Ghost

I shouted but you didn't hear me
I waved but you didn't see
I walked towards you, went right through you
You didn't notice me

Now I am a ghost privacy means nothing to me

Your bedroom's wall was so obliging
I didn't need to use the door
But you will never notice me
For on your plane I exist no more

Now I am a ghost I can see anything
Now I am a ghost I hear everything

Wander through and wander round
Lost and confused leave no mark make no sound
Seeing, hearing has lost its interest
I still seek higher ground

On a similar theme to the scene described by the three poems about Sarah-Marie - the ability to percieve everything, at the cost of being able to effect nothing.
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