Belief

Camille Saint-Saens Aquarium. Slow motion city.
The season of dreaming and ghosts. Haunted wonder.
My goodness there is a lot of should.
There is something else though.
A mystery which may have a tragic end, or perhaps....
Lots of blankets and lots of pillows.
The current location becomes the destination.
Softer now.
I can see it and I can hear its gentle whisper.
My point in time is my challenge to see past, to see Egypt.
To hear silence and ancients.
To see the agony of a friends denial.
Customer service ringing with rage and certainty. Are the off hours so turned off?
Filling bars and watching football.
Service. Like soldiers at war. Guarding societies weak.
Society, a living implosion.
So this is my home. A dead thing decaying and growing.
I do believe in spooks.
My spirit chit chatting with your touch.
The rest is reactions vacations can't erase.
But I might move to that place.