Monday, January 16, 2012


What is a ghost but a
Shadow cast on the
Moon lit snow a hasty
Reflection unfocused
In a dirty window just
A machination of an
Imagination so afraid
Of itself as to convert
Regret into revenants
For none were ever
Experienced w/joy &
None ever entreated
Return yet reappear
They do sometimes
Even unnoticed by
Their timid creators
Hauntingly silent


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