Superatio Proditionis

Warring With Ghosts

0404.2025

(For the record, I wrote it in ink you cannot see.)

To war with ghosts

Is to bloom where their blade passes.

I bloom where their blade has passed.

To eat with ghosts

is to accept their meaning—

to drown in their purpose—

I am the meaning.

I am the purpose.

She drinks from gold,

but does not taste its weight.

She peels the pomegranate

without knowing its offering.

Their echo isn’t worthy of the chase,

it’s just my silence for the spectacle.

I have walked through betrayal

and come out clothed in truth -

I am the flower and the fire,

The wisdom and the knowledge,

The honesty and sincerity.

Let the deceitful

and cowardly stage go quiet.

I carry the original script.

(Always did)

And I write in ink they cannot see.

(Much less know.)

m.c.f.

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