Tuesday, September 6, 2011

#poetry - unto its ghosts

the rooms are full of ghosts
clawing over themselves
to be reborn in the moments
and remember again
what it senses like through
the window of this world

the moments do not care for ghosts
who will forever claw
but will only shortly live
and will mostly be forgotten
the sensory enjoyed by others
mostly knowing only this world

the others have made way
to spin mirrors and shine themselves
on in all directions and for
as long as the mirrors spin
the others control the particles
and will not render this world

unto its ghosts

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