Monday, December 16, 2013


The ghostly ghosts are scattered all around me,
The ghostly time is ghostly passing through,
The ghostly light is shining without hours,
Through ghostly darkness ghosting without hue.

My ghostly image fleets into the ghost sky,
Of ghostly stars that we are passing by,
My ghostly mother, memory of old time
My ghostly father - name inside my mind.

My ghostly spirit seeing its own image
The ghost reflection of its ghostly self,
In ghostly mirror ghost's own nameless vision,
The ghost inside my head is not myself.

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