The faces of ghosts are the faces of those you have wronged,
That catch your eye, hold you for a second,
But are nothing more than strangers on a busy street.

The haunting is yours,
Your silent partner that walks with you.
Whispering.

In sleeps deep torments you awake, once more
To the sounds of cries, to the buzzer of the alarm
Too early.

I stood behind that
lens. I brought those
words tog( I )ether
( was there , created
  what you now see.

I am the rock to the ripples,
author, shaper,
by ZamZ, by lizardinlaw,
by gate, by creases, by lucychili,
by lostcauser, by anonymityrocks, by Halspal,
by maxClimb, by vandewal, by Noung, by IndiaRubber,
by The Custodian, by disassembled, by DonJaime, by teleny, by Kalen,
by SubSane, by easterner, by BookReader, by buckochips, by Ampaire, by tanktop, by Piyh,