The Ghost Along The Tapestry Poem by Naveed Akram

In this smelting furnace resides a ghost,
The palace of innocence is like itself.
On the balcony, in the chair, or the loose masonry,
This beast all-white seems to loiter and anger
Me beyond that my temples protrude.
This ghost belongs to the nursery,
Not here, not there or anywhere.
Along the tapestry, among the idols
It keeps bay, and admonishes my movement
Like a murder hole or a fire pit.
The well of anger is a dangerous well,
This ghost has made me collide and spoil myself,
With the dangerous well, and the benches of foolery
Are subjecting me to lashes of the whip.
I have been betrayed by any detail of this encounter,
As the time passes, as the wind whips and travels far.