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Holy shit

Almost exactly two years ago I wrote this: “I wish I had been more careful with the people I let into my life, because those people have never left me. Even after months, years. I’ll always have little reminders of them. Like an old scar or a limb that’s been removed but I can still feel. Some people just continue to haunt us for the rest of our lives. I wish I could choose my ghosts.”

Evidently my life doesn’t change. Cycles are just repeated. This must be my version of “Spring cleaning.”

The Past

Most days its not me grounded but my arms and legs
I’m an entity afloat; without gravity, without maneuvers
Stroking ghosts
Yesterday’s phantom
Revisiting him like you visit old friends, those distant
Far, far away companions
Enthralled in the essence
The ghoul, the prismatic, the totemic
Of the past.

Written March 25th, 2008

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