What Does the Shadow Know?

This entry is part 20 of 37 in the series Une Semaine de Bonté

 

Page 20 of Max Ernst’s Une semaine de bonté

I have held back my shadow
long enough, like a sheepdog
too long among the sheep.
It has learned only how to obey,
not how to bay for blood. I will stop
hiding it in the folds of my costume
like a chained watch.
                                               But what
is this conspiracy of a mirrored floor
to unmoor us and flood our secret
parts with light? What other
oppressive heaven has sent
this self-on-a-shelf?

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