The Ghost

I sit in the silance

pain

devours me

yet, I feel

nothing.

I stare into the vast

nothingness

the heavy vail

remains

untorn.

Do you see nothing

as I see

nothing

did you ever desire me

did I you?

No still small voice

beackonds

stillness

unresolved

hallow foot prints in the sand

No cities on a hill

no salt

no fish

yet I feel

nothing.

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