Monday, June 4, 2018


Best of all pronouns
And the most honest,
Even if a bit blurry,

If the scope of “we”
Could be communicated
In speech automatically,
Every voice should be a “we.”

But even as we say so,
Little ghosts are whispering,
The darkness and its shadow.

We are not ourselves, never
Ourselves alone. We are speech.
We are words. We are haunted
Crowds echoing forever.

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