When
Dawning this guise one
Becomes the vagueness
Of a body this uninhabited,
Hollow, intangibly, moving fluidly
Through what we
See
To wear this cloak
Makes one
draw up a profusion
Of question to
Conscience
Perception
of
The invisible
World
Around
Us

Written
in
death

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