For the Friendly Ghost

It’s quite all right and good to know
That you’re the one who heals his soul

And with just a touch of fingertips — against his lips
You quiet him when he slips

And how you slip
Like air between
The fractured, living, quite unseen

And reading things you should not read with your sparkling green
Eyes like leeks and sense of keen
No apology

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