My transparency arriving at the speed of light,
Coming like a virus, like a bomb cyclone.

Already I’m writing like I’m not here.
Everything I am is gone except fear.

I stand at the window like a window.
I stand at the door like a door.

All my mirrors have vampirized me—
Piecemeal now, time zones away.

My fate grows transparent in another element.
On this page I can see the fading away

Fading away to where my invisibility
Becomes indivisible from myself.