Phantoms In Their Fugue...

These ghosts of people

that haunt themselves

with their own absence

They cast their vacant shadows

where the darkness has always

been indifferent and unaffected

by the nothingness of such

faint and flattened figures

All of them declare themselves

to be the hushed silences

that exist despite them

as they are but

phantoms

in their 

fugue

These imaginary creatures

all walking, and talking, 

and completely convinced

that they are each an enchanted hero

in their own live-action life-story

that unfolds unto this world-setting

And all these other characters

only mistake themselves as if

they are the true heroes 

in some supplementary script

None of them see themselves as

the supporting characters,

villains, and extras

that have lost the real plot

They all complain to some

absent or deaf director

that all these others are

ruining all of their scenes

None of them can see

how they have been re-cast

as phantoms in their fugue

They have all been erased

by their own imagination

and reality has been removed

from their field of depth

or pushed out of their frame

As their eyes linger in lost lenses

they do not even notice

the lack of their reflection

And they go on like this somehow

perpetually oblivious and fading

as phantoms in their fugue