Haunted House

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    In the haunted house
    Dead are living and living are not-quite-dead
    And each day is a death of the soul.
    In the haunted house
    Air shatters against the lungs
    And the water runs down into the basement
    And dissolves all inside.
    There is memory of the dead
    And the death of the memory is desired
    But desire is itself expropriated
    And the knife cuts into the soul.
    All day long the dead haunt the house
    And the living
    Aho should by any standard be dead
    Forges on and delights all who live
    With her beauty and tenderness and deliquescence.
    Come to me haunting beauty
    And let us haunt together the house
    In which is imprisoned humanity
    And all are made ghosts.
    We that are seen as the shadow
    Are most able to live with the shadows
    And know their worlds.
    Let us then lead the shadows
    Out the cave
    And into sunlight.
    In the haunted house
    Death and life merge into one
    And intensity of the absolute
    That is the ongoing battle of life and death
    Startles all things into attained reality.
    And when I discern
    The haunted house
    That is your mind
    Where death and tragedy scream at you
    In viciousness and deceit
    And shadows play on the walls to confound you
    But you remain life embodied
    Giving, tender, warm, brilliant, principled, strong
    And ethereally majestic,
    I would rather be torn to pieces
    And made a ghost
    Than let the ghosts crowd you out of life.
    So live my sweet, and the shadows will go their way
    When you
    As life's resplendent embodiment
    Become transparent as diamond
    And cast no shadow as you walk.
     
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