fragments

dead suns exist
in the shadow of light
gliding through space.
traces of actions
ripple
sending waves in all directions.
silence moves slowly
affecting everyone it touches.
i become a ghost of myself
disappearing before my eyes.
duplicates tip toe through the streets
we stay hidden
collect life
caught in snippets.
we meet in the war room
trade secrets
speak at the same time
until a single stream
forms from the many
bouncing off the walls of my head.