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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