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turn on, turn off, roll down the blinds roll up the blinds - a boy has become a man, with time rolling across the sand; crest, subsides, wails and lashes but the man holds fast to memories of a boy grasping at a controller, eyes glued to the television screen while it gets kicked away ... ... crawls after the game toy as it slowly disintegrates: off, on, light and darkness his shadow flees, hears and wrestles with void expanding, his body falls limply, silenced out with footsteps pacing erratically, eager to find a heartbeat hears none. fingers clutch about, throat hoarse, eyes burning from weeping, over a shadow that has slowly become menacing, no longer keeping up with movements a toy, a crutch, a low frown bemusement? then a faint laughter; a chill, a warmth a heart beat not his. a man wrestles with a shadow lurking by the curtains - playing with movements, like the wind vanishes. comes and goes while time rolls back; sneezes; yawns widely. the mouth of a cave drinking up light; a wall surfaces; a man fiddles with a controller; no longer having any purpose. wide eyed; stutters when the shadow mimics his movement; and yet it is not him. he knows that. feels it. heart beats not his: whose? time wobbles, shifts, an integration of light and darkness till a blend forms - and one shadow becomes human.