prelude and postscript

Dear [Ghost],

For what it is worth to the here and oblique now, I say hello. There is more forthwith. I, we, are unforgivable and unforgettable; this is my flag. I apologize that no one cares, this land was left to waste long ago and no one is concerned where we lay our claim. Our plot is unrecognized... and perhaps this is perfect. Perhaps this is love. Still we've sown here and we've grown here; we've also perished here. I could never write this:

Sure no fun
Falling for her all over again,
Alone.

I sing this every night in my dreams, and it carols more than it seems.