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.