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poems by Rudolf Kurt Penner

Ghost Sickness

A thick, tangible heaviness,
now gone; has haunted
me all summer
It must have been real,
so slick and oily; like
Rules, created in darkness
So Tiredness drew me
into its Lairs, so creepy
so many months
Now not there
It has died with a Form
a swearable body
So It can disappear
to make Itself known
So Real

©2018 Rudolf Kurt Penner

November 9, 2018 Posted by | Dream, spiritual, Spooky | , , , , , | Leave a comment