reply to the ghost

so there are lights in common places

eastward violas sheen ephemera

bars, beams of clouds intimate

 

illimitable particularity

each leaf in subtle momenta

russetting

 

a slip of a star ship

flits my mind

girls daisy chain galaxies

 

boys

discombobulated

scratch dust between

 

disturbing destinies

and late in a day of

din

 

you dive

and swim the air

a few metres

 

flailing

then hit

the earth

 

lissom somnambulist

now defy with your art

we who cannot witness it

 

your unlimited genres

play out

unhesitating

 

you tight rope

walk

through dark

 

while we tread

a narrow curve

from edifice to edifice

 

with no way back

your argosies

depend dim winds

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