statue

When the light falls and casts a shadow, how do I tell if you're a man or a statue? Was it the artistry of the sculptor that your shadow would resemble a man's, or the impartiality of light to distinguish you from that made of bronze?

I find myself examining the unmoving you, hovering in your vicinity, encircling, outlining...

You, in the first dimension, are dark, silent. Impenetrable. In the second, you'd be lost.

From above, I'd see you, from under, feel you, from inside, touch you, and over and over again, I'd know you.

Only in depth will I find you. And where light cannot decipher, I will.