Gaslight–not one to hold the tongue.
Old spirit with a seedling gaze,
flesh is becoming dull to possess.
Exiled, not dedicated to the land
just the sacredness behind it,
so why bother? Everyone needs
to medicate, no longer starry-eyed
and buried for a reason. Don’t dig
up old plots unless there’s a fire
somewhere below… Maybe this
is why bridges are supposed
to burn: some ghosts never die.