The shadow

the shadow we cast onto ‘now’ travels 

only an exhaling breath away to the library of encoded phantoms.

The seeds of future ghosts 

which we will eventually reconstruct 

for whatever purpose 

from bricks of byte-order-photographs 

and files to once upon an imagination 

or perhaps we’ll recast them into an oblivion 

of a never-look-back tomorrow?

Ghostly bits we repurposed 

to construct whatever absence from the “other” 

retaliating none way or the other.

So here we are as encoded phantoms. 

Bits of some other I ago

laboriously built into existence 

into something dire to be left behind from