Within the diamond we cast two shadows
An odd arrangement of lights uncovering the truth
We are not singular, not the delightful front of the game
True monstrosities of science and sport
The voices drown themselves away
All anyone can see is the uniformed soldier
All he can see is a natural duality
A shadowed soul revealing the force of his essence
Two bodies walking on the field
But in daylight only he is seen.
His twice-arm throws mercilessly hard
His twice-glove is inescapably accurate
Without his second, he is merely a man
He loves baseball
As the lights show him where his real strength is
Not with the front
No, it is a shadow who loves him from the stands

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