Peering through the attic door
wisps of ghosts and nothing more
a puff of what was then now gone
leaving nothing but the quantum song

How now to shut the gate
when memories fill the late
night of smiles kisses laughs
left to haunt the mind in halves

Climb the ladder, settle in
nothing can change what’s been
ectoplasm breaks the seal
to this dimension, more than real

Knowing what has passed
lets you see what is next
everything is energy, myriad norms
razor thin line to phantasm form

~ by Emily Clapper



8 thoughts on “Phantasm

  1. Everything we do resonates through time. Nothing makes more of an impression on the background noise of the universe than ironclad connections of the heart. Beautiful and painful.

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