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.