“Once we become our own ghosts,
we constantly ask how we died
and who ultimately killed us—

we never recall the moment
when everything turned against us,
how we drowned in the demands of life.

Like someone waking from a dream,
suddenly wary-eyed and cold,
we finally remember that we

haunted others and fled our own souls
by imitating their lives nearly perfectly,
yet death eventually caught up with us.

Somehow, we ask ourselves
where everyone else has gone and how
nothing ever escaped the mind we now possess.”