By David Eide  

Chased by ghosts up the perfect road,
Into the rain forest, out to the sea stacks, 
then to the ice and snow where, in
the distance, you can see a virgin glacier 
preening between the awful mountain peaks.

They catch me briefly in sleep. 3am.
It is glistening cold, there is no coffee. 

"Ghosts, I don't know what to tell you. I tried to 
Pay off all my debts, I didn't mean to embarrass anyone. 
Weren't you proud of me old Ghosts? 
Didn't you see my true intention?"

So now I see in their silence. . 

"You feed off the energy of my enemies and are everything I hate." 

I see old ghosts.

I see.

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