Ghost
By Zarah Parker
In the midst
there is a beginning.
A ghost in fellowship
with the breathing:
seen through,
eyes sealed.
And in a moment
unsealed, yet not persuaded.
Poetry – Ghost
Ghost
By Zarah Parker
In the midst
there is a beginning.
A ghost in fellowship
with the breathing:
seen through,
eyes sealed.
And in a moment
unsealed, yet not persuaded.
Memoir of a Writer 
I’m grappling with this poem and very taken with it. It’s a gem. Please accept my compliments.
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Thank you!
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that’s nice, that’s like the kind of nice you see it on a print with that picture , like , cloudy background that poem layered on it in black framed … oh i’ll tell you i’m a shitty person i just went outside to smoke … like i’m nice … i’m just shitty … because things like smoking a cigarette and then having my beard mostly burn happens … i think god is a ghost … i think god is following me around and just enjoying the show of my awkward lifestyle … what if god is a ghost?
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You’re kind of confusing, but thank you….?
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yeah that wasn’t a good comment .. my bad …
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