[ am i a ghost? ]

am i a ghost?
are these hands... mine?
tracking time impossible
a snake of change
coiled in a cosmic brain
do you see this body?
do you see these words?
anybody, any body... but mine
i see saturn passing
my father at the kitchen table
eating cake and laughing
do you hear the birds talking
in treetops overhead?
clips and clatters of a beak
instead of soft flesh lips
can we weep with joy?
as all the stars tip towards a void
of unimaginable noise