They’re shy monsters.
In better times
They’re up like koi
Eager for food,
But in these hours
They’re ghostlier,
Barely ideas
Back of the cave.
They glide forward,
Wisps of phrases
That half cohere
Into outlines,
Mantic warnings.
When you notice,
They sink. You sink
And hope for more.
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