Ghosts

Lala Albert, Sacred Prism 3: Paranoid Apartment (Sacred Prism, 2013)

                                                                                                                              In every hall and every plaza, at the feet of any statue, and even in the places where I have worked there is a ghost like a radio voice and melody. Hundreds of them; they are spread as far and wide as my body.  Each has its own location. Each is distinct. Yet when I walk among them they are the same. They are time machines. Time machines our first cyborgs try desperately to overcome. But this mass of spectres will eventually drag us all into our ghost hole. And we will never return.