Where are you now?
Who knows? But my phantom…
Our ghosts slip from our bodies nightly to
Convene
At three AM,
Transmuting above the Atlantic,
To brush…
For one quivering moment -
Sea salt water churning -
Creatures of the night swarming -
Phytoplankton, floating, illuminating where
Miles and miles below, there’s cold reaching
Dark, down into
Lifeless pressures.
They align above the volcanic pulsing
Of the earth’s clandestine center.
Where they shiver. Shimmer. In sea-salt breeze.
Later, she
Returns to me in the early morning
Whispering:
I am not
The only one
With
Hauntings.
~
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Anji Kaizen
Owner of Kaizen Music Studio. Eco Warrior. Activist. Vocal Coach. Entrepeneur. ATL based Songstress, Poet and Lover of all things awesome. Socials: @anjikaizen
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