This
Ghost wears fear and crumb-confetti
It's moved by
cords
forged from luxury strings
that nearly lift the Ghost from contact
with earth to
drift among the rags of clouds
...............
Gowned
in scarlet she places
the orange amid
its yellowing
scatters of skin
scabrous dry and
whole
out there in the
balcony's deepening dark
...............
The
whole space blotting black but
then
so slowly coming
clear once more
And cleared of
any body face
only the sky remaining
only the old land
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