4:11 p.m. - 2008-09-28
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Donald R. Anderson
Ghost Melody
Ghost's melodies,
stirring up memories
of a dark before birth,
of a dark before death.
The plants grow around me,
the plants grow through me,
I breathe the air,
I am the air,
I am old,
I am new.
I exist in new shoes.
I live, I die,
I am whatever the universe wants
yet label me free.
Whatever my prisons,
in what you want me to be,
I unchain myself from them,
label me free.
Ghost melody.
In the night of a thousand moons.
