Between the day and night there is a division.
Between the shadows and the light there is a gap.
For not everyone returns from the shadows.
Is a ghost really a spirit of the dead?
Then why are they in the world of the living?
If the dead feel no pain then why do ghosts wail?
A cemetery is peaceful because those souls departed.
Our world is full of angst from living souls trapped in the void.
Felt in a flick of motion behind you where nothing can be seen.
Have you dreamt seeing people that could not see or hear you?
You spoke enshrouded in silence and no one turned your way.
Did they feel cold in that room? How did you make it back?
Those who fell through reality and never returned keep falling.
Those sudden chills unexplained are the horrors which they feel.
For lost in that place without dimensions they do scream.
Do not seek shelter in the vast knowledge of science,
Or take comfort against the darkness with your religion,
For the immeasurable unknown engulfs them without mercy.
It is only God who has made a fish or a tree.
This is the creator of love unstoppable,
Who can keep us safe from the breach.
For how else can we be certain of our safety,
When we stand only upon atoms,
And atoms are nearly nothing?
by Eric Visconti - Poet
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