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Moving Through Walls


"Moving through Walls"


There is no form 
to the watershed 
of memory

ghosts take 
many forms 
there is no body

just a reaching 
ever outward 
pulling slippery time 

back in, like a line
cutting like a scissor
through sheets of words

moving 
like a fish 
walking on water
 
effortlessly 
through walls

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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Date: 9/11/2023 8:44:00 AM
Indeed, spirits have only the form we give them, more felt than seen -- more listened to than heard -- sometimes adhering like an abrasive skin, distracting us from self purpose, that of developing our own free floating illusions. Some Ghosts simply upset, wandering, deprived of a body before allotted time. Blessings my friend. Your writing always multi dimensional -- always a mentally stimulating pleasure to read. I am certain I only grasp a fraction of great depth.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 9/11/2023 4:15:00 PM
Thank's DiMino. A writer's (poet's) journey. It commenced with the music and the visual in the video, which promoted several multi-dimensional thoughts, and I mean several, like a bomb exploding and shards flying in different directions. I commenced with the reversal of time, which in itself, is pointless. As a writer friend of mine advises, leave it up to the reader to interpret.
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Joe Dimino
Date: 9/11/2023 8:54:00 AM
Reading again, I think you may be talking mainly about memory (my mind often taking unwarranted leaps) -- but its all good. Blessings.
Date: 9/10/2023 3:11:00 PM
Hungry Ghosts - Three Sisters
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 9/10/2023 3:11:00 PM
https://youtu.be/0vhfDfymI0g?si=Wj3UPuSBlugkAAB0

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry