Ghost
- blinkblinky
- Jun 3
- 1 min read
To float
Afloat
In our aether
Breast-stroking the crowds
Treading make-believe roads
Seen yet unseen
A wisp in a mist
Enshroud by the cloud
Which utters and speaks
Gathering the sheaves
And tending prophecies
All only to hold
The storms gathering
Just beneath the weather
Michael
03.06.2026
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