Ghosting Along Poem by Justin Baker
Ghosting Along
Our classical bodies,
our romantic minds,
our reasonable presence,
our figurative thoughts.
Real, fake,
connected how?
Lift arm,
raise head?
Vessels, corpses haunted,
pale stark ghosts,
ideas of the past.
Diminished,
recycled?
Who's to say,
besides those that don't return.
Never know, never know,
never care, never care.
Goodnight, sweetheart.
Never know,
I never care.
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5/12/2024 10:31:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
fantastic. another glorious poem!