Shadows Are Now More Dense Than Before

Shadows are now more dense than before Or my eyes rest on them Seek them out perhaps

My own shadow is a belt - bag - backpack When I leave a room I pick it up a gesture of politeness I never forget

Opposite walls mirrored In the middle, you A ghost army rises One side inside the other A fanatic samelook in their eye A revolution

Ghosts have no ends no measurements They scale walls Collapse into a lamp I hold on to my ruler, sanity

Ghosts in the newspaper Ghosts in the curtains Ghosts copying each other Ghosts on telly

Switch on the light Replace them with shadows Ghosts in the shadows