Cognitive Ghosts

Do I believe in ghosts?

Well—Why not?

Is it not the same thing to believe in gravity, in skin—

to believe in the other things we live with and in?

Love, hate, and the rest—the most seen and unseen beliefs.

Didn’t we believe in things unseen in order to reveal them?

And of the tangible and proven, the scientific grooves

that move electricity through the mind and body,

and the dreams we cannot prove we see,

not even to ourselves.

Don’t we believe we know what that means?

As if we could behold it, if we were to butterfly the brain.

Do I believe in ghosts—

Do I believe in the pricking of my skin,

in the not-so-limited omniscience of mind,

or the conceptual vision before I see it or

in a jolt to my machine eyes—

Aren’t they all just ghosts?