Hole in the Air

Performance

of ghost children,

A ballet carefully crafted.

I am unborn, untethered, everywhere the ether is not.

Invisible, I watch.

A ghost watches me,

green glassy-eyed, playful.

They are also frivolously naked,

but it is a very serious matter.

Dance dance dance!

Without me, my sublime body moves.

 

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