As the crow cries.

This will not age well, and neither will I.

Waiting for the day that I just up and die.

A little too eager, my vittles too meager.

The aim of this show is to show I'm beleaguered.

The crow is my teacher, they've lent me their song.

So I always cry out when I see what's gone wrong.

But that song is too long, I run out of breath.

I run out of hope, I run towards death.

But this is the best damned life that I know.

So I keep stumbling on, if only for show.

Not a clown but a ghost.

A ghost is the perfect witness. The ghost in the empty chest is the hero. This is the long, final part of the journey.

Things I see:

• Humans & their minds are rarely trustworthy, ghosts occasionally are.
• Civilization as it stands now will likely fall, but this doesn't mean all humans will die. We will likely have to have a dark knight before the next phase shift. This one won't be a billionaire though, thankfully.
• With merely a kind word, you can support those around you, humans & ghosts alike. Even the wispiest ghost can do this.
• My corpse is angry, my ghost is tired, my dwindling ego is a bit of a jester who wants others to like him. These days the ghost always wins. So I know that I'm the ghost.
• If I don't always drag my corpse around I can move much more easily.
• The sun is 1 of our 2 primeval mothers, secondary only to existence herself. She is the goddess of our solar system. She teaches us lessons such as this: there can be too much of a good thing, even sunlight.
• In dreams, we exercise great creativity. If you would like more of that in your wakefulness, build a bridge out of your dreams with a dream journal & other similar practices.
• Daily use of substances may inhibit dreams and the ability to remember them, among other things.