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WARD KELLY
A Ghost to the Flesh
Love is that which binds us, one soul
to another . . . and time is that which bends
us, one soul hurtling, one catching.
Love is an ember which smolders
forever before it explodes, but one
cannot light it or fan it, it has a time
of its own, a mystery to even itself.
Time is the silent sister of love, she
is always there, a clear shadow,
a ghost to the flesh of love who
will haunt you and trouble you
invisibly, and only when you grow
accustomed to her bedevilment --
when you suspect she never existed
at all -- only then will she explode
the ember and set you afire.
Love and time, they whisper together.
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