Shadow play

‘Yes, everything’s made up of atoms,’
he said to those gathered around.
‘You and me, what you see,
behind all mystery
lie those motes both contained but unbound.’

A small voice broke into the silence
that settled while thoughts were aglow,
‘Shadows too, that pursue
and that one can see through,
do they have substance I’d like to know?’

The teacher’s eyes turned to the ceiling
and plucked out an answer from there.
‘Well, where light can’t alight
there’s just nothing in flight,
a dark space but of essence quite bare.’

The eyes of the small voice now widened,
‘So, shadows can only have form,
just voids somehow employed
by what can’t be destroyed,
and has surely no wish to conform.’

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