The Shadowman by Brass Monkey Ltd.

"That shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking a livelihood,
chattering, chaffering,
How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it flits,
How often I question and doubt whether that is really me;
But among my lovers and caroling these songs,
O I never doubt whether that is really me."
---- Double You. Double You.

Shadows; yes, that’s all they are really; quiet smoke where no smoke should be - and only sometimes do I dare to ask… whose hands are making them?

Once there was a Monkey named Brass. One day after years of solitude on his now mostly desolate planet; ventured out into the Multiverse in search of an answer. He came upon a City that seemed to have been buried by the ages.Shadows stretched far&wide into the <3 of this Fearful City.Still went forward without hearing even a murmur.
6 years he was silent.He sang through fangs & gangs

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