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If ghost people
were the world
we would roam
the empty highways
in search of life.
We would migrate
through the walls
of deserted homes
and become manifest
in abandoned bedrooms
and kitchens to briefly
touch the objects of
the real world in a
way less than human.
We would watch the
fine artifice of man
stealing into ruin
as the centuries
unraveled: highways
cracked to broken slabs
soon lost in wilderness,
cities collapsing stone
by stone into rubble.
We would learn to think
of the changing climate
we were unable to feel
not in months or years
but passing millennia.
We would track strange
species as they appeared
and flourished and evolved
to stranger incarnations.
We would see the earth
turn flat in its crumbling
and watch the seas recede.
With our memories intact
as the sun burned red,
we would howl louder
than the dying wind. *
[According to some sources there are about 652 days and some ten hours remaining of the world as we know it.]
