We travel light these days
Not to be seen;
A gray cap low
Over darkened glasses worn
Like a mask against the world.
The goal is misdirection
Hoping you look away
To distant lights
And raucous bells
Attentive and clear.
I am a nameless ghost
In a fog of uncertainty,
Gliding just beyond
Horizon’s call,
Cast adrift
On absent tides.
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