The Rip

Ghost, they will call
this body of mine that visits
your homes while sleeping.

And I will.  I will pull
a thread out of your couch,
to feel the weight.  To
really feel it.  I will blow
the dust that lazes in the
television glow, presences.
I will sit beside the living,
a peaceful midnight.
I will be silent among the souls
that swim around us.

I will find the rip between our worlds.

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