VIII.

Go away old ghosts; you came
to disturb my quiet. You came
to press my eyes on the crack
that shows broken humanity.
Ghosts! You came with impressive
arguments. You had me. You
convinced me that time stood still
when you died. You waited an
eternity to come and show me, a
poor man, what people kill to know.
You taught me ghosts; I love you for
it. You showed me the marvels of
time; capacity of mind that searches
through itself for a world to possess.
Old ghosts! Some day I will join you;
wait for me in the forest we won by
stealth. Stand at the edge and guard our
wealth. Oh, ghosts; oh, lovely ghosts.