A Greater Mass of Shadow Rays

Zum Wandel wird hier der Raum.
Immer. Immersion in change.
Yet the shelf-life for frozen

Embryos is infinite.
Identity. The mind’s cage.
That restless monster pacing,

Always ready to get out.
Numbers are most valuable
For separating the rounds

Of the cage, which seem the same,
Which are never the same. Count.
An opaque body smaller

Than the source of the light casts
Derivative shadows tinged,
Hue on hue, less and less light,

By original shadows.
The mind pounces at the bars
And passing shadows of birds.