GHOSTLY





If I told you
You are nothing
More than a ghost in the machine
Would you hate me?

I'm not trying to be cruel
Evidence and truth
Do not judge our feelings

I want to react
Without good tact
I'd say my ego is the fool

So, if you hate me
I understand
But give me the chance
To present evidence
Through the eyes of a child

Mild and unintentional observance
Relative questions answered in a way
Perhaps placing us
Niche iota without purpose
Except to haunt us for a meaning
An essence to exist
Anchor
Nothing solid to secure

Illusion and human
One in the same
Just a ghost in a machine
Of which we know little about

The mechanics we decipher
With physics relating forms
Functioning elasticity rearranges
But mechanically sound
Rings across the universe
Gears in friction's flow
Gravitate gyroscopic vortexes
Motion's eloquence suggests
The machine may have a mind of its own

So are we mere ghosts in the shadow
Haunting reality
Alone

For the universe has purpose
Mechanical production to what end
I cannot go
I'm just little ghostly me
Standing next to you
I think…
But do not know

Perhaps if we agree
To set aside the petty
Games we all seem to play
Allow intention to solidify our interaction
A covenant to lift the veil
Discard the masks that only detract
Innocence to bravely prevail

As seed from death sprouts again
Life cannot grow in the shadows
And must passionately strive for light
Energy to live given radiance
Together we dance out of illusion
Casting growing shadows
No longer ghostly
Now
Solid
~





DBrown Fisher
© Feb 1999

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