Breath of ghosts de Assemblage 23

I hear the breath of ghosts
hiding behind the wind
like an icy choir exhaling
a promise to rescind
I hear the breath of ghosts
escaping from their lungs
calling forth the names of those
that took away their tongues
A temporary permanence
a fortress of onionskin
with motives so transparent
with no means to an end
I feel the breath of ghosts
like fingers on my skin
tracing senseless patterns
revealing nothing in the end
I hear the breath of ghosts
whisper in my ear
with every drooling syllable
it preys upon my fear
A temporary permanence
a fortress of onionskin
with motives so transparent
with no means to an end
I hear the breath of ghosts
blowing through the trees
hissing out a warning
awash with its disease
I hear the breath of ghosts
slowly fade away
with ever decreasing frequency
as colors change to gray
A temporary permanence
a fortress of onionskin
with motives so transparent
with no means to an end