I carry a haul of ghosts
Along the paths I travel
Some recorded, for all time
And others a shadow memory
Along the paths I travel
Some recorded, for all time
And others a shadow memory
Each a fleeting moment
Seen in the context
Of another realm
And none too clearly
What they are
Where they are
Who they are
Preconceptions projected
Upon an object
Obscuring the features
Of the object
