Ghost Like Soul

Feelings, thoughts, dreams and counter thoughts
In and out of style
Seasons change and people get strange
In the courtroom of your mouth you put all tongues on trial

And it goes like so
In your ghost like soul

I didn't speak the language
I held no currency

We evolved
From the buzzing, teletype static
Of syndicated programming in our prefrontal cortexes

To the limitless, vast ocean
Of diptychs and triptychs
In cascading sheets of Memory, Desire and Information

And it goes like so
In your ghost like soul



Credits
Writer(s): Jonny Polonsky
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