Words for a System of Specters

If you can’t see the art

behind us,

you are a bystander,

a ghost in the system,

a stranger among thus;

spectator of your own frame—

myself included; superfluous.

I send it out into the world:

trippy visions, umbrageous.

An HD dream is our plan,

swirling like liquid in prosus.

People watch, people hate,

people speak,

leave kindness in their wake,

and blossom.