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[Inspired by Ummet Ozcan’s “The Cube”:]
Who are you, ghost, standing, staring,
insubstantial arms crossed across your emaciated torso?
Why are you, ghost, looking through me
when it is you who is the opaque one?
Unnerving to imagine being a mere medium
in human form through which to view
the world: a living lens.
Why do you follow me, ghost, now night
has fallen, when the darkness is sought for its seclusion,
settling of the powers of thought in a mind
overworked with sparks of concepts, burning
brain and tiring eyes to the point of this:
hallucination, tinged with horror.
Horror at the idea of never bring free, free
from the world, from you, from me.
Who are you, ghost? Who are we?
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]