Not Me
There is no transfer,
no shooting of the ghost
across town or time
or species of beast.
No beaming
or streaming
through cosmic
or copper wires.
No.
I am dead,
simply,
not me.
And yet,
and yet
wherever there’s an eye,
I may be,
seeing,
being
not the same snuffed candle
but another light,
a separate flame,
maybe roaring or sputtering
or soaring,
a shot in the dark,
a spark in the sky,
not this me, never
again, no,
yet I
Featured image: Van Gogh's "Starry Night"