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Ghost

You offer me your ghost shirt  
for warmth as I stand  
in permanent free fall  
between the two Dippers.  

I have no tears with which to weep,  
they will not last beyond  
the first touch of  
thin air in this high place  
 
where a tree never grew  
or felt the tension of gut sinew  
when I lost my eyes  
staring into the sun, and  
 
how its dried breath of  
ancient rain and elk horn  
has left the moon an orphan.
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 11th Jun 2018
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