“Through a fractal on a breaking wall, I see you my friend, and touch your face again.” ~Seal
These ghosts don’t lie
With their translucence
Drifting through walls
Such a consciousness
Sliding out of shadows
And into a formless void
Concave like craters
Drilled into concrete
To shake the specters free
These clinging memories
Shrouded in nostalgia
Yet shrieking like wolves
Fighting for relevance
In the midst of denial
Hiding in plain sight
Where vampires roam free
And fairies comically dance
Shifting smoke and mirrors
This complicated nuance
Defying the laws of God
Yet so close to a heaven
That pours itself out
So only steam remains
To outline the dead
And bring them back to life.
Sam
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