Ghosts

I walk with ghosts,

My flock are all phantoms,

I'm already dead, my soul is just stranded.

I've been long abandoned,

I ease in the weeds.

Spreading my roots and I'm dropping my seeds.

Ain't no stopping it's ceaseless

You can't even see it,

I'll walk through the fire, remain undefeated

I'm nothing but atoms, remain an elitist.

I'm nothing but magic, remain a defeatist.

I'm chaining these demons, I carry all secrets.

I phase out of time and return for a sequel.

I battle all evil even deep inside.

What do you seek? I'll help you to find.

I cure all the blind, and heal spiritual sickness,

The sun is my guide and the moon is my witness.

I'm a tune, you could synth it,

My frequency echoes,

All across space in an infinite spectrum.

I formed all this presence,

In each variation,

You aren't a construct, you're more like a station.

Each day waves are changing,

I'm breaking the cycles,

I manifest destiny

Infinite time loops.

Awake in an carcass distant from your starting,

And question again what the hole in your heart is.

Imposter, it's artless

You can't even see it.

Asleep in your dreams and

And awake in your feelings

You're here in a moment and then out of focus,

I fear that causalities coming unwoven.

The sequence is bogus.

I thought you should know this:

You're not even real. You don't even know it.

Imposter, it's artless

You can't even see it.

Why in the fuck do I care to reveal it?

You're here in a moment and then out of focus,

— Ace Rey. From The Book of Souls, a first collection in progress.