Is this real? If it is, Will it remain real-
Or cease to exist?
Will the shadows remain? Will they keep anchoring me in the reality-
Or would it all turn to smoke
And become ghosts?
Or are you and I, Already a ghost-
A shadow. Or smoke-
Or vapors And dust
Or mold black; rotting each other, And ourselves too,
So that we cease to exist, and so the world around us,
And only smoked out ghostly memories exist
Or will they?