when we are young and unaware.
They are the source of our zest for life,
our restless. Even as we think we alone
will change in the world, it is their fight
against being inside us that causes us hope.
With maturity the flesh thickens
and improves how it imprisons and hosts.
Our guests kick less against the pricks of their containment.
The more they settle the less they dance,
and the less we dance and change with them.
Until the flesh wears so thin that the ghosts
find release, inviting their former host
to join them in their quests and travels.
To find other bodies to be give life to.
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