After all, somebody has to reincarnate.
And out hopped Jagdish, sporting a winning grin, all set to party.
A stalker of tremulous light creatures.
All shining up out of the collected detritus of city life.
What I saw were reflections of myself in other’s minds.
Who is being pointed at?
We exchanged for a moment the smile of the headless.
In the city, you’re always part of a larger play of light.