We Can’t Move

If ghosts could just do something,
Other ghosts, that is, besides
These words and the ghosts of minds—

If awarenesses could turn
Back after embodied death
And have a go at the world.

But if is just a tame ghost,
Counterfactual as soul,
Not even a working wish.

Words as thought’s ghosts can’t do more
Than get you to imagine
Ghosts who could move as they choose.

You want that kind to be real,
However they’d frighten you.