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.