Free Your Ghost

Touch taste tears try snide
where people they collide
in chasms where the pride
is snuffed out put outside.

Collective go to where I’ll
wait for a moment awhile.
Tell me how I’m supposed
to rest some all this while.

Ghost of yours lingers go,
tell me words just say no.
Divinely finely timely let
seasons pass touch the snow.

Sometimes I wish I could
see you on a rainy day.
Then take turns to twist
words on themselves play.

Games have wrecked a soul;
I’m reached I’m consoled.
Pass tides and reach the beach
to survive your patrol.

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