It follows him
Wraps itself around him
Intricately woven into his own being
No matter where he turns, it is there
No matter how bright the light
It lurks in the crevices
No matter how dark the night
There are patches of darkness that follow his every move
He cannot escape what is an essential part of him
Cannot run too fast or climb too high
It will be there
Waiting
Waiting for him
And its next opportunity to engulf him
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