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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