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December 26, 2004

Nomadic Ghosts

"...and the mark of the beast is the flesh you wear over your bones."
Prayer of the Unforgiving 1:13

Memories are molecular ghosts
feeding on sparse emotions
in a jaded world.

Starving, these ghosts climb
on a double helix that is
leading both to and from God,
some of these spirits
loose track of gravity
and fall from the strand.

They become
nomadic ghosts finally free from
a sense of purpose
and an obsessive need
for God.

Realizing too late that
humanity is incapable of
believing in itself,
they freeze
desperately clutching
to each other
for the warmth
of belonging.

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