all ghosts now
aline your yellow and red markings
fully cloaked in blur
stand with the regiment,
fall in line with the wait
10 doors wide a sky scraper
10 windows wide
1999 stories tall
in the night
you can tell the employed by the dark windows
you can smell the creative from the plume
the twilight warmth dissipates and gives way to payday
move, through ancient tubes
leaking sediment sludge
sewer fluid
retreat to a summer beach
all ghost now
aline the rib cages just so
a collection of neck bones
carefully arranged in a shadow box
flaunted in this museum of no roof
no doors, no foyer
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