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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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