the breath of ghosts

(Collaboration by Indie and Rachel O.)

I breathe this vapor like prophecy
with disillusioned expectancy
for divulged secrets
that numb my pain; timelessly

smoke swirls, a phantom in a bottle
from my mindless exhale; nothing

all treasured discoveries revealed
solely to prophets or messiahs
no divination to the chemically fucked

unable now to know the difference
of consciousness

like time traveling to nowhere
and everywhere
where I am are nothing
and everything

here we can breathe  
eternity into our lungs
and melt under the weight
of our internal flames
one and none and everyone

my soul in a bottle, I’m the phantom
of my own exhale
divining endless yesterdays
because today, tomorrow does not exist  

© 2012