Under this book a shadow is.
Under this book a shadow contains
everything the book is not.

Like night is not day,
and you think you see, but don’t.

Likewise possible is more than meaning is.
Like the bottom of the sea,
like the shadow of a tree.
Meaning was never what is, is about.

Everywhere book does go,
shadow does too.   Stars and moons
and owls watching mice, about
like that is the story ladled out.

Not indifferent yet more willing than
any reason we do common call kin.

Between your lips a shadow is.