320: Ancient Ghosts

you slip through the undergrowth

unseen

unnoticed

in the grey mist of dawn

a shadow

flitting from one tree to the next

ghostly in your substance

you find our unmarked graves

you call us back

to tell our warnings

to the ticking clocks

and turning cogwheels

of unending production

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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