The people

The ghastly people slipped between my eyes and over my head 

racing back and fourth in my peripheral vison incessant they were

Some where just shadows while others were in intricate detail

dancing in their superfluous dresses and prim suits, bowing after every dance as to 

defray for their partners time before  diligently moving on and binding to the next partner 

Other people were shadows and voices that would whisper taunting phrases in my ear

praying on my downfall

Some of the people in my eyes where meandering but they all went real.