I am only 90% transparent..so I leave a hazy shadow on the wall.
When I fly across state borders or the ocean, I am just an almost- seen.
This is how I travel, deep inside your laptop, passing checkpoints, X-ray scanners,
not invisible but not quite visible is how I appear to the commonality.
The average eye easily passes me by, yet you can always see me.
I am a ricochet from my brain, traveling like a speeding bullet hour- per -hour.
Shot from the Id, that gun of passion, I never try to make attempts to explain,
how pure essence steals a ride aboard condensed intelligence.
I have been compressed to just 90%, so sometimes my edges give me away.
I am but a shine upon the nightstand, a glow, that hovers dimming, flutters,
mischievously I do reconnaissance from door to floor, then hang upon a picture frame.
I am smoke but I am touch, a tactile ghost who stays alive, breathing in your curiosity.
I seem to travel with you everywhere, turn off the lights on a Friday night and whisper,
“Are you there!”
I am just a voice, a see -through pane, perfecting my magic, innuendos and whispers.
The air quivers as I travel past; only a few would feel the subtle interactive 10% of me.
I might be not quite real, a consciousness arriving, presently watching from the attic.
Then when the room settles from the day; I’m in my lodging.
If you’d just lift the top, I could give you a kiss goodnight.
July 21, 2013
LINC Island SL