A Shadow passes through my consciousness. My being is alive. The Shadow flutters, then darts --- Here --- Then quickly gone. Its leading edge is brightness --- Unimagined. Its body etched with graduations of light and dark, grays and smoke, blue-black and pitch. The undulations of its colors lend subtlety. Much like that found in the melding colors of the rainbow. The Shadow is the Ways. The Means. The Sum of my life. The leading edge? The bright blast of my first slap on the ***. The first cough of my insolence. The first cry of adventures ahead. The ripples of gray, of smoke, and blue-black, mark the tears and the triumphs I’ve absorbed and passed on. And the journey first thought to be long --- Everlasting. Has passed with an intake of breath. Now I stand in the pitch. In the darkest of dark. My feet at the edge of Eternity’s Vacuity. And I know, moving forward, with my last weary step; I’ll again see the blinding brightness --- Unimagined. The leading edge of My Shadow --- A New Shadow for me.