Funnel Ghost

Soulless–something beyond what
ever it is you perceive. String it out,
unwinding tunes that shape momentary
movement between earth, falling stars

falling into a lull. Even with a mouth
full of words, my heart’s too weak
to keep suppression hidden, but too
young to burst. It’s difficult for you

to keep away, get stuck out or…
are you in? Heartsick fingers can’t claw
through the grave’s rich loam,
glowing softer, more comforting

the longer we wait for the moon
to reel us in. Instead, I’ll play
with red tide, wait for summer
to sink so I can sink too…

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3 thoughts on “Funnel Ghost

  1. “the longer we wait for the moon
    to reel us in. Instead, I’ll play
    with red tide, waits for summer
    to sink so I can sink too…”

    I didn’t know, until now, that there are poets still in the world…This is a unique piece with an ending to outpace any other 🙂

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