Sometimes ghosts flock thick and heavy

Grainy sheets of light passengers harmless and fatal

Boring microscopes of past into memory 

Until the heart becomes a mine

Where strange jewels glint in dark tunnels

Paragraphs and chapters of life

Are lined into verse

A coping mechanism 

Like a spacing bar to mark each breath

The distance closes its arms around 

Someone found nervous and wanting 

Holding onto each passing day like a coffin lined with night 

As the waves sing like ghosts

A dissociative aria