A Ghost You Are

a ghost
you are
nastily complaining
of presence
you thought
you are not supposed to be in

a mirage
an apparition
a seemingly body existence
haunting again
of ancient memories
moving along in trails
that has never left

deep in deception
lodged in perplexity
where confusion roams
and dreams made real
you returned
replaying
revisiting
again and again

roaming in places
in familiarity
yet as in dream
waking up
you felt unfamiliar
who am I
who are you
what is real?

Or is reality
merely
a Maya play
embodied
in this so-called
long phantom body?

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