When he moves it is that he can not be seen,

Like a shadow that stays not in the same place.

He moves as the wind moves, never is he observed,

Like time, Just as a ghost moves along without notice.

A phantom, a spirit in the night, exists he does,

If you become the prey, if seeking you becomes his game,

He will find you, not a soul can run from what can not be seen.

He is the glimmer man, his job is to eliminate,

Keep from being the hunted, he has a name and knows his game.

Keith Garrett

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