everything almost believable

everything almost believable

.

I am an unknown specter                                                                                                    eaten every day
by the cracks of the Great Fear
I am indeed a lost ghost
amid losses and damages
every night eating and drinking
unusual stigmas and enigmas

I am the leisure of chronic patients
everywhere I let them know
that I am the pleasure of beggars—
new, future, and old

I am misfortune, already somewhat gnawed away
the grace of not being a heavenly angel
I am less of the good than of the evil

and so I waste away
a light but constant consumption

once a giant, now a dwarf
happy with life, I go to the other

side that does not exist