Too much ghost.
There is one ghost on the TV:
one girl shows us that she is on drugs.
She shows us the hand.
The others get to see both her hands.
Such terrible drug life hands.
Hands sliding down the TV.
The clapping hand together with the other hand.
The presentation to the mothers.
Her skin subtle white behind a cloud.

At the same time, there's a big fire.
The flames near to father.
A very bad fire, and too blissed out for me.
The fryer flick the ember in the wind.
The trees had their sway in the matter.
A rolling combustion across the land.

Lemon was tired.
She is getting very tired.
With swollen tooth and she is always tired, always tired, always, tired.
always tired....always tired.....always......tired.....
always tired
Confusion surrounds me like a blanket that gives me youth.
Gives me youth
Gives me time
gives me age
gives me love
gives me the best
takes no cut
always free
my property
my only eyes
my only car
my only shoes
the sense of self
the sense of place
know your limit
regard the scale
you are within
I am within
we can hold our hands
or stand apart
you stand aside
I stand inside
I'm wrapped by this
my sense of self
who I am
What I do
what I will become
endless time passing by.....................
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Ultimately there was just too much talking.
We danced all night.
We danced alright.
We slept and died.