Confidently, they bustle about, smirking
like people in-the-know, all sunlight and
sparkle, spit-and-polish, secure
in their importance, they disregard portentious
storm clouds, commanding night’s looming
depths to part, so they may possess and profit
but they forget: we are mere apparitions,
unaware of our invisibility, tenuous lives
unspooling as we hurtle toward dénouement
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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