Dick Philip Kindred Ghosts of rag

 Dick Philip Kindred It looks like the churning mouth of a ventriloquist's dummy. Always in the exact place. In the exact movement. Up and down with the rigidity of the lips. soulless travelers Traveling words without soul. Sometimes sea. Inexorable at times. Stretched out on the fascinated sheets. Then suddenly faces. They come out of the interwoven fibers. Fill in the blank squares. faces. faces. of abandonment Ghosts. Of rag.