Meaning Is All the Ghosts There Are

And yes, you’ve seen some,
Almost are one, not
That you have to have
Been spooked by white sheets
Or moaning at night.

Take all the matter
And energy you
Are, exert, can find,
The information
Trading entropy,

You may yet notice
Something’s still missing,
Seems to be missing,
The something that seems
To you how things seem.

All your gods and ghosts,
All souls, ghouls, spirits,
Thoughts, creeds, and monsters
Inhabit what seems
And are that seeming,

That sense of meaning,
Which you spin and spin,
As if your skulls were
Cloud planets haunted
By their own forests.