Sunday, September 25, 2016

Unobserved

I'm spectral. Slipping glimpses
form my sight since i myself
 am phantasm, I hear the other haints
whispering at these times, I call
 to Cipriano to usher, that we
might hear. a clear voice. Unobserved,
i bloom into shadow. one hand,
and tree fall, insubstantial-- as always-- noticed.

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