Haiku-style poetry and abstract graphic art. What could be better?
They crawled through the wall
and several seconds later,
their shadows followed.
Game piece on a board
flees, finds the elevator,
quits. But doesn’t lose.
Shadows fall on land
that’s been obliterated.
Nothing’s forming them.
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