grasping ghosts

and even as we gather

to try and wind the floss

we find the spool unravels

by the shroud that we have lost

and until we gain a tension

on the most gossamer of threads

we grasp and grip unwittingly

at the vapors from the dead

for now, let’s free the stranglehold

of clinging to what’s past

and sit true in presence

for the disappearing vast