Unsubstance - March 27-May 9

Elusive, quick, a wisp of spectral smoke, you, as a twinge that flickers in the eye, haunt the corners of sight; you mystify perception—such the awe you so evoke. Arcane, abstruse, veiled in a phantom cloak, you, as a fleeting shadow passing by, confuse the intellect; you do defy detection—all instincts you ill provoke. In those moments, when(briefly)you appear as a fast flash,—only to flitter from reality,—a momentary zap in a surging current,(you’re hard to hear,)— yea in those moments, left behind, struck dumb, I wonder mutely,—“have I made you up?”