evaporation.

wouldn't it be great to dissipate
into an ethereal form?
y'know,
get ghost.
a fantastic phantasm,
spectrally spectating behind and in between the scenes?
so a-spooky;
a lucid translucent transparent apparition,
participating without palpable palpitations.
that's a thing.
heck,
ghost or not,
i've got that haunted look going on anyway.
deep dark sleepless circles,
and the tossingest and turniest night after night
after nighty nighttimes,
chock full of curious incidents
and boring dreams.
going bump and banging my head like a
knockin' noggin' of heavy metals and hard styles.
that's heavy metals like lead and mercury-
yep.
those're the lethal ones, y'all.
spirit and memory, non-magnetic,
non-conductive, intangible.
and yet, quantifiable.
just sayin',
what's a ghost, really, anyway?
a recollection that refuses to be relegated to the deepest
darkest reaches of fade away.
i'm just guessing that being an ephemeral being
means you get to feel the very best thing of all-
...nothing.
no obstructions to your passage between rooms,
worlds,
or wherever else you want to go.
not numb so much as untouchable.
not insensate so much as sense-less,
visible only by extrasensory perception,
but not a sixth sense, really.
that kind of extra isn't invited.
more like a lack of the other five.
could be extraneous sensory projection, then?
ghost circles of evaporated essences an' that.
concentric waves of outwardly energetic activation,
dissolving on contact with real life into smoke.
a traveler with no road,
a visitor with no destination,
an emotionless notion of nagging doubts
and unfinished sentences.
that's equal parts poor communication and
communicated life in prison-type jauns.
c'mon.
awwwwwwww, man.
this one has gotten pretty high-concept.
that just means daddy has to have it,
but that just means i've got it coming to me.
*
it's on, neighbors.
it's on like that ellis wyatt sh!t, mutha-'uckers.
recognize.
i am leaving it as i found it.
take over.
it's yours;
never quiet, never soft.....