dart in and
out like zig-zagged thunderbolts;
briefly illuminate
the dark with summer heat lightning.
These vague,
shadowy creatures have to be read silently
without lip
movement or voice;
they roam at
will across sensed landscapes
And haunt bleak,
time-filmed realms.
Eavesdropping
discloses their dialogues as
they assemble
themselves
into harmonizing
strings and babbling tin-cans—
strange,
discordant flickers of ephemeral text—
unrestrained,
jagged pulses that surge forward and retreat.
These shades command
attention in dark nights;
seize upon stillness
to breed their frenzied lineage;
torment their
hosts with incessant jolts; and
fling open
doors to fear and invention.
Hovering
specters flood cavernous minds,
shapeshift
to elude capture and
taunt any who
want to behold them.
©cmheuer, 2018
