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Living ghosts are more fearsome 

than the apparitions 

of our customs 

Fluttering blank eyes,

everywhere and nowhere, 

they look straight through me

Gazes briefly meet,

and emptiness reflects 

a shell full only of residual life 

They speak--

but to echo partially recalled niceties

from the world of the living 

I call out--

but cannot drown out the darkness which draws

the remaining life from its shell 

And I know that I will call, and call

until living ghost becomes 

apparition, after all