Ghost (prologue)

Silence, utter silence, loaded

Down with broken shards of glowing

Glass; profoundly shattered,

Scattered on the grass,

Hope left battered, in a grating,

Bastard blast.

Ghost, o ghost, that walks the breach

Between the holy host of days,

And melted beaches, endless childhood ways,

Or giant cinema boulevard of tears,

Or bankjob in the suburb's uptown fate,

Or Angel that arrived too late.

Ghost not nameless, ever seen,

But fleeting, ever fleeting, on the brinks

Of madness, joy, surrender,

Dancing on the Psyche's weakest beam,

Flickering in its grandest scene,

That ghost upon the streets of midnight cities

Is sometimes seen:

Serene, but haunting,

Ever haunting,

All the backward realms of wanting,

Every passion's deepest dream.