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The shadow I refer to in this poem is the looming presence of 'The Church' everywhere I go.


Outside my door the land lies cast in shadow

It's umbra threatens punishment and more

On those who sense its' form

Who move obliquely through the shade

The niggling accusations take there toll


Inside the calm of reason sets the tone

It's true there is no other place like home

The shadow finds no welcome

And no entrance to this place

Where shame and retribution won't be borne

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