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A Ghost May Come
Elements on my table-
the clock.
All life reduced to this-
its tick.
Dusty's modern lamp,
all shape, space and curve.
Last attempts at speech.
And the carved
serpentine knife of Mexico,
with the childish
eagle head on the handle.
-Allen Ginsberg-
It is funny how we confine time and light to sit idly on our desks. Often forgotten, sitting unused, as we contemplate their meaning. The vast significance of two things that constantly and consistently affect us through all of our...well, moments in time illuminated by light.
I really love the poetry by Allen Ginsberg. The rhythm in the one above is perfect. I am studying. Haha.
