A feeling of things half existing
there would be a ghost if
I chose to make one up.
Here we are, learning to crystalize,
lock in our science of emotion.
And, I am everything I feel.
Tonight this is all I am,
doing everything halfway.
Not the least of things, dreaming
with a heart of fire, heart of stone.
Here are these ancient things,
ancient desires I once knew
only through inference
from secondhand sources.
Now I know too much.
Shooting at targets
no one else can see.
How do I know if
these things are real?
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