What –
Come on now Barnardo
What’s going on?
This is all some joke right?
I mean, we’re crazy, right?
It’s a figment
Not a man
Not a king
Not the person we thought it was
Not a ghost
No no
It’s not possible
So it must be you, Barnardo
You who are crazy
You who saw the shadows come together into a man shaped cloud
You saw the air shift around the shape
The solid image of what we are sure we didn’t see
Of what could not be.