Ghosts don’t lurk
In quiet corners
Or moan in transparency.
They burn our eyes
With bright colors
That span the
Rainbow of reality.
They shock our senses
With deja vu details,
Laugh with us over
Forgotten inside jokes,
Then leave us to sulk,
Pondering immortality
And pulling the bed covers
Over our heads
Each morning.


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