Ghosts Of Silk
Ghosts are like words of silk,
Interior meanings carry the venom
For the greatest damage.
Ghosts will walk around forever,
Gazing at the wonders that vanished
From their sight.
One ghost is like two ghosts,
Fending for their bodies of silk
Like an army of crazy mad men,
Tossing and turning on their pillows
In the middle of darkness and night.
Each phantom causes another to relate
To the causes of enlightenment.
Their success at words of speech
Is infinitesimal, is small and minute
Like the atoms we have never even
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