A South African golden mole relies on his shadow,
complies with his shadow,
survives with his shadow.
The mole does not fear
a pure, silencing darkness of vast underground existence
because he knows
he does not need eyes to see.
Burrowing a route, he lives on little more that the sensory instinct
of touch,
leading him,
eventually,
through the dark home.
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