As I walk through the muck and the mire
I can’t help but admire the fire
The ghost lights, bubbling
Buoyant, brilliant, subtlety
A beautiful reaction of nature
A natural attraction of the unnatural
Unusual, unreal, ethereal
Ascending as though spiritual
In a place of bugs and mud
Where heat swelters and banks flood
Darkened by widow makers, corpse canopies
It reminds me of thee
In the darkest of places
Swampiest of spaces
Cubicles and corporate fires
A stand in for muck and mire
And you the spontaneous light
You illuminate the night
Gravitating gazes in awe
Across faces wonderment drawn
picturesque in your perfection
Ethereal in our connection
Your spirit a quirky flame
Flash formed and famed
Your spite fueled fiery fight
You are grandiose ghost lights
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