Ghosts, of our present
Are hollow,
Inside
As they seek, subtle trouble
From a future,
Astride.
Cepheus Flare
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An obscure, point of nature
An increase, of doubt
A knowledge, discarded
From an inside –
Without.
A reference, of danger
An infaceing, shout
Then silence, that questions
What your sanity’s –
About.