Ghost
Masks under another.
Put it on, take it off, then another
So many masks makes it hard to
breathe.
but take them off and something happens
They formulate. Evolve. humanize.
Now, sentient beings take over.
But. The only thing is. I alone can see them.
These sentient masks once stacked upon
the being of absolute certainty. Now
out and about carousing the streets with their
looks of aberration.
How many? ten? twenty? So hard to count.
But wait.
This was. back then
Just. not now.
What are they then?
unseen, sentient, inaudible.
Just another mask under another.
Everyone has their ghosts.
Me, too many to count.
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