Ghosts

Stars humbled,
Brought low
To build tunnels
Of marrow through
Brittle bone
Thrones of synapse,
Chemicals that react,
Veins caress the
Iron laced blood trace
Racing through a heart
Red with shame.
Frail lungs coaxed to fill
With the air that slowly kills.
Frightened eyes
Refract distant light in the
Night sky,
The ghosts of the cosmos
Haunting themselves.

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