SPECTRAL THOUGHTS
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There is a room in my house lined with books on esoteric subjects. Very airy and spectral this place is. No hammers or nails. No other life forms to trouble the soul that inhabits this room. There are paper and pencil in that room to take notes on dreams and random thoughts. The sheets of paper that bare the notes flutter up toward the ceiling and glide back to the floor. Swept under the mattress to rest in fluff and dust. This is the room where Rainman lives. And the room that he is dying to me in. He will flutter about with his pages and his thoughts contemplating impossibilities while the possible walks away quietly.
written at 7:30 p.m.
October 07, 2005
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