Seven

Seven milky ways pivot on end
supported on nothing more than a collection of mere notions
Somewhere out there I'm sucking down a cigarette
tasting nicotene with ghost buds before it enters ghost lungs
Exhale seven breaths as seven universes spread thin
sick with the thought of so many of me
scared of all those seven shadows waiting to overtake
I'm sure the seven of me cringe when they speak
shy away from conversation, smiles and passing glances
while wearing a grin so no one can tell the difference
The pitch and boom of a laugh given to audience friends
travels the same waves to give all seven of me away