This shadow is the point
where two worlds meet.
It is here where lines blur
nothingness solidified into hard and edged, formed
and outwards explodes every
direction, sense, concept and / or
idea,
straight lines, curves and waves,
tumbling stumbling and jumbling
each over the other.
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow,
this shadow's crawl across
possibility leaves trace
evidence to be read,
seen and / or understood
by both minds and brains
capable of doing so.
This is the shadow point,
because there is no substance,
until there is.
And once there is,
there will always have been.
Until the end.
