hey who ever stays
not yet the ghost
staring from this kneeling prayer
bare warm wooden boards
islands of hard paint dot the surface
on all fours, this retching continues
swift shapeless betrayal
I crucify myself
each nail a denial
not yet that ghost
my two dogs watch from safe corners
each knowing nights sanctuary
quiet cold graves insulted
by marching folded light
I have lined the years in formation
each one
against a voiced decision
not yet my ghost but close
now on my side fully stretched
seeking depth in dark kisses
this false magic
this hunted pretense
this is not my ghost
some kidnap of reflection
glares in sighted glory
from a fallen angel mirrored in hung sight
many raging tides fell into snow pillaged
regret
not yet ever my ghost
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