tracing

reaching into static
to pull out floating bones
the holographic remnants
of naggingly present ghosts
whirring in my ear
- banshees somewhat off-tune -
humming notes as sharp as glass
to fleet away like fumes

and join the other countless
parallel, puddling tracks
(mais toujours en avant)
and never doubling back

these vagrant, dusty
meanderings
like foot prints in the sand
merely lapped-up,
wrapped-up
wanderings
along the shoreline that depends
on shifting waves
and drifting haze
and eroded
by a fogged-up lens lens