The Gingerbread Man

I’m a shadow—what a thing to say—
I mean, blindness is outside…

Now there’s a man
(As all children know)
Who’s inside
A gingerbread man

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I dragged the poem from the woods. I was a peasant after all, shoes wet. What was I to do? Winter was coming…

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Safely home he sits with the gingerbread man who remains inside him
The blind homunculus doppelgänger puppet of the abyss

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One migrates backwards
Into the emptying self