GHOST - BUT WHO?

objects distressed in futures space
whispers marched in ritual speech
crimson sticky this force in step
mosaic islands throb within bone
hells hounds in safest pose
she glides inside an eaten soul
loves darkest veil flirts ,spirals,sails
each lonely night created , stored not required
time in its drunken tale spills onto street
strangers guessing ages retreat
loose summer vacates its winters wish
naked under earths blemish
risen in lights faded disguise
eyes close to the silence
skin translucent blue chinaÂ
fragile rain drops and drips to the musics distain
spread across the unwashed years
she watches him curl as pain becomes the new queen
listens to pleading prayer as each crucified echo fades
​​​​​​​possessions become the gods of others
​​​​​​​as pebbles worship beauties role
seated now
half dressed,feet bare on wooden floor
he dreams awake
dreams of his ghost
those few mistaken moments
that were never clutched
never held ,
cremated efforts in a forest already cut
a name thrown by needles touch
rests on star and crescent moon
was i this ghost-too soonÂ
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