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how we see
a ghost in the body 
in all that was 
colouring when we came 
not really 
then trying to get between pages 
going the wrong way 
trying for words 
one sees some whole ideas 
half formed 
eyes opaque today 
to me 
still trying to get between pages
as if by utterance end 
might mean 
could have meant 
that could be good 
this is how we see into the moment 
breathelssly 
trying to get between pages 
let a ladder down there 
let a bucket and rope 
where it's lightless 
as if one could reach 
so far to find 
the world is such a ghost 
 
Fine sentiment. Fine poem.
ReplyDeleteHow we see through such ghosts.
DeleteFine poem indeed - it's a beauty Kit.
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