Etchings and Poetry

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Words, like spirits

gambol around my mind.

Building cadence,

structured

they linger in time.

String them together

until laced with deference.

Sort them and soothe my neuroses,

I whisper.

For my lingual ghosts

dance out an act

in solidarity

with the daemons of a tempestuous heart.

To them

I am deeply devoted.

Haunted.

I know to lay down

in surrender

when they possess me in

playful recognition.

From the dark,

I am witnessed

and they request to be seen.

Uninvited though they may be.

Although welcome

and dearly missed

when they leave.

A harrowing departure.

Until next time. I wait

& hold tight to my hollowed heart

the imprint of their visit.

I recite the stanzas left behind

like a tattoo

of a passed moment.

<>Inspiritus<>