Those Four Ghosts

Above blacktop
Phasing through


They shift
In and out of being

Hoods representative of shields
And displacing
Far reaching

Between two times

Every other second
And we can walk
While others stop

Teleporting every
Two moments
Ten feet forward
Talking to each other

Unaware of the stakes
Or that others exist
Almost shrounded
In our own world

We glitch as we walk

Hovering above blacktop
Abnormal presences

Still there in that place
Forever as four ghosts

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