Pell 'zo n'em boa ket gwelet ac'hanout

Ghosts walk among us. In the crowd do you see?
They meander but do not touch any as they do,
Their happiness is superficial for torment and glee
Judgements are in obeyance withheld too!

Can you find one to hold your hand
In some ritual you might know from Crowley,
Find a friend their for only a few rand,
The Rede 're-echo your imagination blow-y.

Ghosts give us start on a course of action,
Mind you keep to the erotic and love sacrifice,
Their gnawling teeth no plasmic satisfaction,
The ship of time that ocean of sheep not mice.

Be that friend in the crowds so blind,
Be that sensitive in definition true,
The timer might switch upright in its kind,
Another day might come and sun and blue.

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