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Ghost Moon
A mirror moon stares out
from below a lake,
an eerie up-light
that should entrance the eye,
and yet
ghosts rarely do.
Above, a displaced luna glow
dreams in its dark cradle.
The earth is entombed,
a twilit cavern
for drifting phantoms,
between the between.
Insightful eyes behold,
the non-appearance
of all things.
Then as daylights glare returns,
doubt rises once more,
to confound the faithful.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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