I am the jittery light pointed at the square
a nervous dance put on for all to see I am
clearly a pixel unnoticed in array at the bus stop
set deep like eyes that count slippery hot bodies
bodies that jostle on a dark path and crisscross it
to become nothing more than bodies disappeared in time
in ribbons and in circles of red, blue, and green light
drums and pipes vocal in a slow motion white magic ritual
