January 28, 2009

apparition in an empty room;

i seek ghosts in this old house with my mock-gold mirror
figures appear, i detect them out of the corner of my eye
they have your face, your shape
you were something to aspire to
or something to conquer
like those ancient wars-
in the east
where everyone is confused as to why they are fighting
but they continue until everyone is spitting up blood.

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