Phantom Limbs



As I'm walking through space
Parting the Troposphere ahead
Pavement passing under foot
I can feel my phantom limbs at work
The shadow arms & legs dragging me
Compelling me – Elsewhere
Their wants & desires fighting my own
The countless places they beg to explore
Stories they need to hear
Hands they plead to hold
Sights they demand to devour
This constant craving
This blurring, struggling, mess
This strain that I can feel in each false vein & artery
I used to laugh at the sheer prospect of ghosts
But I'm already haunted by my own

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