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Am I glad you turned on the light?

I just saw the cord of my blind swinging
and was surprised by the strange shapes of its shadow;
the differing of an object and its shadow felt like original thinking,
until I remembered the cave of an old chap called Plato.

Other languages probably have a word for when you felt so mindful
but were beaten to the idea by more than 2000 years,
when out of the obscured, spins a thought, so graceful,
until new light means the shadow disappears.
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