Ghosts

The hardships of unruly death
As grammatised in stories of the occult
Bring not but terror to my person
For I was too afflicted by this pain
That proved no remedy
To my unmastered soul
(Which had one master)

It solved no death
It saved no soul
It freaked the ghosts of crumbled pages
Out in the world, to protest humanly affairs
In a parade phantomic and unlivable

It's so that stories of the occult
Which grammatise the hardships of my death
Speak more of ghosts -of ancient loves-

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