reply to the ghost

so there are lights in common places
eastward violas sheen ephemera
bars, beams of clouds intimate

illimitable particularity
each leaf in subtle momenta
russetting

a slip of a star ship
flits my mind
girls daisy chain galaxies

boys
discombobulated
scratch dust between

disturbing destinies
and late in a day of
din

you dive
and swim the air
a few metres

flailing
then hit
the earth

lissom somnambulist
now defy with your art
we who cannot witness it

your unlimited genres
play out
unhesitating

you tightrope
walk
through dark

while we tread
a narrow curve
from edifice to edifice

with no way back
your argosies
depend dim winds