Thursday, July 14, 2011


A creature lost in dark of night,
In bright of day. You’ll see him,
Though you’ll never see him.
Ghosts can sift through walls
And he can too.

You’ll know he’s there,
You’ll feel him up your spine,
Tingling your back – and gone!
Before you turn or blink your eyes
He’s dissipated into cloud.

Dark and shade will linger on
To cast a dimming memory,
A question mark, hyperbole
Atop this masked and nameless man,
Savant of shadow.

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