• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 03
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Caught in Time

A ghost's tunic
floats gossamer in the air.
Shivering cold, the form
has evaporated into ether.

Captured in a frenzy
of disembodied frankness
she lifts her head and arms
towards the one she loves.

Her body, so light, breathes
frozen wishes of immortality.
Her dress is captured, suspended
in an inconsequential discussion of anxious eternity.