when something not so nice

or somewhat sad happens

or unexpected

or just not the way you’d hoped

are we able to look at our part in a vanished vision

when we accepted invisible ink to paint the picture with

don’t look to a naked shadow self

dressed in kindness

so much easier to point

over there

it’s them

it’s that

it’s too much

it’s too little

it’s the moon

it’s the dream

caught

none of it’s true—it all is

none of it’s real—it all is

when the ghost you chase

ghosts you.

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