Dust Bunny sweeper
Busting all the ghosts
To play Puppet street theatre
Watch your own character as it turns
And walk your way
Around the corner
leaving paths of ashes.
Some say these gosts have no concept of our structures.
They mold themselves
Like hands playing with clay.
I say its all about the acting
We choose which way we can come undone
Til the last thread is stubbornly deciding
It's going to hang there
Hanging like the last breath
Before you unfold or unfurl,
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