The visionary Ghost
Seeing is ethnographic
high upon your perch
questions from the sick
squeeze and cough
I looked up Wednesday
she saw stars in my eyes
doing the devil’s bidding
her grayness was excitable
I will wait until the time is ripe
embrace your ritualized cruelty
the play without words
only the actions of the fearful
pour your distrust upon me
I have learned to see through your eyes
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