I am painting a picture of a ghost I dreamed about last night I drank too much went to bed early woke up in the middle of the night because I forgot to brush my teeth smoked a cigarette on 28th Street my wife wondered where I went when I returned she said I thought you left me why would I do that I was counting rocks I said getting the perspective correct is difficult ghosts cast no shadows even in dreams they are as elusive as healing pools wisdom or a well designed house in a canyon of fools with a fast river flowing through.
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