Sinister..... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

I'm the little bit of darkness hiding in the corners,
watching you. It is the only way to know what you really do.

To anyone but themselves
we become a dead thing,
Hollow and void...
soundless seemliness.
It's bringing about complete integration
through a unifying of souls.
Except oneself is but themselves an' all at the same time.

In those circumstances...

One must become a thing without life,
That person...

To unrelate with realness,
to burst and implode,
from within....out like the unexpected.

Linger...
Loom...
Least from suspicion...
Lacking earthly commonness.