You see the shadow of the
Ghost in front of you, and feel its presence
behind your back.
But how can you evade the darkness
If you don't believe it's there?
Or have never felt the chill of recognition of
the origin of the apparition.
Not until you turn around and stare the ghost
in the face
And wrap your arms around them
Or salt their soul, come what may.
Can you walk through the world at peace
With the soft shadow always in front of you
Or alone, having left them behind.
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