~caliginous

night is never

dark enough

to hide the ghost

we know must 

be our breath

or the footsteps

of the ghost

we know must 

live here carved

out of water

spilling from 

our hearts 

night is only

the gossip of

hollow bones

the gossip of

ghosts that

become the body

bent in prayer

bent in sin

much farther

than close

waiting for

small deaths

of small moments

night is never

dark enough

to listen to 

our own echoes

the thinning

of a voice

like the whisper

that follows a 

shadow or the

vowels lost in

a forgotten sky

half-uttered

suspended in ink 

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