Yet even now
Still hope you’re reading
Even if it’s just a fleeting
Skimming of
The haunted house
Within it ghosts
Still boast about
Priceless possessions
How they dig
The grave reflections
Like Narcissus
Smoke and mirrors
Darkly lit
Yet starkly clearer
Oddly somehow
All makes sense
A cosmic joke
At my expense
Dispenses with
Unfinished business
No illusions
Left to witness
Just remains
And acid rains
The single mind
In many brains
Material
Dissolving in
Ethereal
Embodiments