I am a ghost
passing through people
and things
without ever
an affect
I am a wisp of smoke
wrapped around your hands
your head
without you ever knowing
I was there
I am steam
collecting and condensing
on your skin
only to be
wiped away
I am made of rice
fallen from the moon
rabbits stood on tip toes
to make me
unnoticed
I am an allegory for war
reason and
blind emotion
fight the individual
invisible battle
I am a seer of light
made of coal
I absorb and emit nothing
an observer
I am alone
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