Tuesday, August 17, 2021

The Ghostly Interview

 

many mistakes uncultured met eyes bleeding decency. by phantom in his brains by something imaginary, as we undergo its conversation; it can’t be real, I’m hearing my soul, humans can’t have a spirit. if I listened, I need, must know, one as sage, as guru. many pride concrete. they live in tension. they hang on edges.

 

sheer panic facing mirrors like a ghost in the skylight. mental adversaries, as haunted houses, it originated inside. a shaman laughed, a good chuckle, sparks flickered afar.

 

eating banshees unrealized a carnival in the front quarters. so tender her palm so complete our suffering so swift to battle—a war inside a series of gates I keep escaping. time’s up blue-turquoise eyes, capturing something indistinct.

 

over lunch spotted myself I ran after my apparition, those souls, unheard voices, alphabetical algorithms. some swami, gazed further, spoke clearly: Be not afraid. You have faced you! Much was neglected.

 

a pot of vinegar a plate of garlic, myrrh and mirth. I see ghosts too much liquor it hurts to feel ostracized—no one listened, unless inclined, it becomes introspection to yogis.

 

I never saw you, I sensed you, it was pleasurous to meet and us unknow each other. rabid in a jacket like deep in unfinished science. so tangible right in his face he had a time denying himself.

 

never a soul so many souls in and out close and further.

 

like a passage to gods like orphic journey like clear glass coffins.

 

it went sour, so wrong, we froze in space—alive, eyes blinking, unable to move—some atop, holding in terrors, I awoke soundless.

 

one watched at pain sweet laughter, it’s all untrue. warring to make it, escaping tenderly, I sit in a chair another interview.  

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