Ghost Writer in Collaboration
An extra scribble
appears beside my own draft
across the blank page.
The words arrive more swiftly
yet who really spoke them?
Together we weave
a cloth, neither hand could make—
Collaboration!
At dawn I can't untangle
who wrote each word in the thread.
A ghost at my desk,
finished unfinished thoughts,
before I wrote them.
I gain a clearer voice, yet
lose the sense of - by and with.
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