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17.viii.23
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what is ghost?
for ghost writing
what is a ghost
but where we were?
a kind of pudding in the whim
we must imagine all other worlds
like smoke to tell a fire was
they’re one more winter from us now
there’s no one here to understand
mischief and anger
all the wrongs away with
what commerce!
in candyboots the ticks can’t touch
I went back to find a word
no one spoke least inkling
and here’s this telling a way around
imagine a footless float
no face in the mirror
roof fallen in long since
a city of ours upside down
a forest fell from the sky
rosemary sprig
the river gone by, still here
perhaps not quite over yet
those trees were our one chance
you know
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