An outline, my body, no mass or feeling, A dark reflection spread from floor to ceiling, The faceless copycat stalks me day after day, A personal eclipse of the sun never going astray, Each movement mine in a world of its own, Whispering shades unseen of a different home, A skewed yet comparable story occurs every day, Removed, though not far, less than halfway, The whiter the glow the blacker the stain, An ethereal cachet remaining midst the acidic rain, A trust and intimacy of a curious nature, I follow, it follows, we follow a stranger. Hubert Martin
About This Quote

This quote is about how an outline affects the body. An outline is like a shadow, it casts a dark shadow in the mind of the writer. It represents the writer’s depth of thoughts and emotions that are not fully expressed in the poem. The poem is about how an imaginary outline (darkness) can be cast on someone else (the body). I think this is because when I write, my mind is focused on what I want to say and I don’t notice how far down my thoughts I go.

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