Wraith among the Dancers

All of you with all of us,
And all of your bodies, too,
We are dancers in a braid.

Somehow your selves entangled
With life’s proteins and these words.
Those proteins can still behave

Like crazy without your selves
Or anything words might say,
And words can last for ages

As fixed signs, without decay.
But what your words as proteins
Want to know is how your selves

Can vanish into nothing
As proteins stop, as words go.