‘Tis here.

What might it be like to refract one’s self, like a prism?
To break the light and reflect it
So as to be in one place
Then
So quickly,
The other.
Certainly I have felt split into pieces,
Not quite whole,
Not quite a self –
Just bits and bits.
But to be everywhere –
That’s the advantage of ghostliness.

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