Bone-white Girl

Like light shining through the blinds
we move across the floor, disappearing over time.
It’s  all about understanding yourself
in your own context.

We are ghosts of ourselves,
haunting ourselves
And are lost in the composition.

As we should be.
We should never be in focus
always be a moving target,

a wisp in a still frame.
“There is the person
Then there is the paper.”
To die is gain.

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