In haunted places
something lingers of former lives
sounds played but not recorded
but by nature & her guise,
& the stone in the floor.
The seasons that leave & come back;
something short of an anxiety attack-
-in nature.
The immortality of it all contained in
energy & vibe.
Postmortem spies. (Ghosts.)
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
In haunted places
something lingers of former lives
sounds played but not recorded
but by nature & her guise,
& the stone in the floor.
The seasons that leave & come back;
something short of an anxiety attack-
-in nature.
The immortality of it all contained in
energy & vibe.
Postmortem spies. (Ghosts.)
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