ghost, anyone’s ghost, perhaps your ghost
steps back from the mirror
a door into the imaginary, an apprehended space
where is visualised a discordant haze
a pulse of implosiveness
that never intersects with anyone
yet stares back at you
releasing a helix cycle of identities
where in indolence cleanses
are made lamentable
with odorous contempt
for the pitiless destinies
of ghosts, anyone’s ghost, perhaps your ghost
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 2:13 PM UTC
ghost, anyone’s ghost, perhaps your ghost
steps back from the mirror
a door into the imaginary, an apprehended space
where is visualised a discordant haze
a pulse of implosiveness
that never intersects with anyone
yet stares back at you
releasing a helix cycle of identities
where in indolence cleanses
are made lamentable
with odorous contempt
for the pitiless destinies
of ghosts, anyone’s ghost, perhaps your ghost
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