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Summoned, threadbare ghost,
You spread your tatters
Over the lintel post,
Your musk masks π
The passageway to roost,
To where the children choose
Their names & pick their shapes,
To where the water spills
Through lips that seek the taste,
The eternal living hymn.
& from tongue to tongue,
You wander, seeking a body
For your terrible hope;
Your wounds trailing in the dew;
Your misty hands tolling the tolls,
Driving the children from their dream.
Pull your mask π closer,
Wispy memory of loss.
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