Thursday, January 19, 2023

Window Ghost Of Me

Window Ghost Of Me
© Surazeus
2023 01 19

The window ghost who invests in dead leaves 
commissions bold oracle in the orange 
to measure speed of atoms which retrieve 
fraught laughter from the murky reservoir 
then spill headfirst into the shapeless egg 
though we dance playfully in wordless lakes. 

The window ghost with burning paper hands 
returns to Florence on the wingless ship 
with puzzling pause of punctual platitudes 
that might allow for vanguard of twilight 
to ring with discipline of lonely wolves 
who understand blue walls of everywhere. 

The window ghost of floating speed retained 
clutches convention by the wordless throat 
with drastic failure of experiments 
rearranging thoughts for the puzzle train 
soft as frog skin over frail skeleton 
which violates laws of physics unresolved. 

The window ghost tricks puzzles on the grass 
with forensic evidence of past scenes 
reframed as terrors squirming in dead books 
which emanate permanence of gravestones 
in tune with evanescence of fireflies 
that never satisfy meaning we lose. 

The window ghost of me considers why 
I build my real house in dreamscape of fear 
incarnate as the robot with nine brains 
which haunts office of the psychiatrist 
who smirks with joy at spooky nonchalance 
we find each session through ignorant bliss. 

The window ghost inside the gabled house 
establishes position of blind fate 
with solid nowness of the wave-lashed cliff 
since surging tides of passion dissolve doors 
open to rooms where no one wants to wait 
for eyes invented by the song of rain. 

The window ghost calls to touristy trees 
who bring fertile energy from the moon 
to redesign how children must behave 
though born from somewhere over the rainbow 
with talent to reach abstraction from chaos 
by asking flowers how to convert rain. 

The window ghost of me navigates time 
on crystal skies of strict angelic flight 
to prove nostalgia fuels aggressive hope 
for those still living everywhere on Earth 
because she touches my heart with her mind 
where seeds of apple trees bloom into God. 

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