Phantom

Speaking lies

Words contradict

I braid the different strands.

Cling to each other

Agree on something

And become a solid being.

A phantom I invented

Hot gases manifested,

This spectre and a hundred like it

Will haunt me till I die.

Begrudgingly

Curmudgeonly

I let go my crown of dust.

Untangle this braid

Let gas evaporate

Set me free

From my own ensnaring thoughts.

– Vagabond Prophet