There’s a ghost, Jonathan, sitting in the middle of my living room – his space
Working hard at his computer doing lots of things.
There’s a ghost, Brandon, sitting at my table at his computer, designing his day
And journey.
There’s another ghost, me, sitting at my computer, all day, reading, writing, looking
For other ghosts in the Ghost-a-Rama, in the All That Is-a-Rama
While Rama looks on, smiling. Exactly as It intended.
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