The whirlwind apparitions
float and wind
and wrap
their solid wisps
warped wonders deep
and wander out
in the wind
Shadows of Jacob Marley
ascending and
descending
deep
into the dark
as days wait to be dawned
Goodbye my lovely shadows, dear
set loose to sail from
the salty spit
of mine own
mouth
They wave farewell
and twist away
fading into
the world I cannot see
Souls pass as quietly
and I ponder
how my soul will
so pass the same and
say farewell to yet another
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