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