To a certain extent

the sheets are blank.

It is not the sheets but the ghosts

the guests between them.


There's nothing to see on the sheets.

Theirs nothing to see.

They're nothing to see on the sheets

but between.


The ghosts don't know blank from black.

They try to right

what is written between them.

They try to write.


The ghosts and the guests are well come.

They are smoking

between the sheets.

They don't know smoke from smoke.