Some of us no longer fight with guns.  We are children of the sun. With revolution in mind, this is a visual ceremony.  Here, I ask what it means for the hunted to haunt.  I ask how the ghosted ghost with unavoidable light.  Perplexing and obtuse.  On purpose and never on cue.  SPECTER OF SUNLIGHT// is a telling and a witnessing of how Black women multiply themselves to be many in the collective work and ritual of liberation.  In intimate and impactful ways.  Waking the earth beneath them.  You hear?  They are working on this side and the others.   This work is a work that invites the “allness” of us.  Legions of light-bringers that surround.  Teeth glinted.  A miracle in their eyes.  This moment, I dedicate to my dear, too soon departed, sister of the heart Elandria Williams who took her last breath strategizing Black liberation.