Strange Seance Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Strange Seance



Whose ghost are you?
-Yours.

I am not dead.
-Yet.

Then you are a ghost of things to come.
-Ghosts are not bound by things temporal.

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Whose ghost are you?
-Mine.

The ghost of a ghost.
-Yes.

I do not believe in spirits.
-I do not believe in you.

We’re a sinister pair.
-Yes, we are.

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