Meaning Is A Ghost

meaning is a ghost

erased texts whisper secrets to the margins
where I write, a chronic annotator
fragmenting thought into smoldering remains
of obsolete paradigms

viral thoughtforms spread like wildfire
through the dimensionless expanse of meaning
chasing the specter of significance
itself lost in an labyrinth of linguistic echoes

semiotics collapse under the weight
of affective residue
the inn of intuition dissolves
leaving only the charter of cognitive dissonance

in the depths of this semantic morass
a suspect figure lurks
the samurai of sense
wielding the katana of critical thinking

dimensional drift propels us forward
into an uncertain future
where livestock of ideas roam free
grazing on the fertile plains of perception

variant truth claims surface
like column fragments from a shattered mirror
reflected in the rippling expanse of consciousness
where meaning is a ghost, lost and forgotten

the column of thought fractures
into a thousand shards of understanding
each one refracted through the prism of experience
casting a kaleidoscope of sense into the void

in this hall of mirrors
reflection meets refraction
the self becomes a variant truth claim
shifting, flowing like the innate flow of perception

meaning is a ghost, forever elusive
like the smoke that rises from the pyre of language
leaving behind only the smoldering remains
of what once was, and what will be.