ghost, when it is around <br />you are in his eyes, his eyelids <br />flip over you and every flip <br />shuttles you between <br />his realm and yours <br /> <br />a black hole of the unknown <br />envelops you and drives <br />waves of fear that eddy to <br />the edge of the universe <br /> <br />an ocean of hair rises <br />to the occasion while <br />every of your pores <br />nudges you about <br />the pesence of the invisible <br />and cold company<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghosts-19/
