I am at a loss for resonant details.
I can't find any lately, they aren't there, or
they've vanished like a gray, starving ghost
standing in front of a rusty mirror,
unable to see itself, no one to haunt,
in an empty mansion, finally letting go
out of sheer exhaustion, as did its erstwhile home
and body, having sadly found
that spirit itself must in the end,
like all muses sweet or terrifying, shift.
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