I'm shaking hands with ghosts,
waiting for the present
to banish itself to the past.
These are the moments I’ve come to cherish:
the waitings.
Though I open my mouth,
my tongue neither sinks nor swims.
My mind is a weightless wonder,
my body an anchor.
My body is the anchor,
I tell the ghosts,
and I am the great unknown.
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