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ghostwriter

I’ve made it halfway through
this book I’m reading
abruptly finding myself stranded
not out on the water
nor in the middle of nowhere
but right here at this very place
I thought belonged to me

this book has become more real
than life itself
my own self becoming displaced
by no fault of my own
no longer capable of keeping myself
from breaking into many pieces
to the point where I’m able
of being in many places at once

this I say
is what death must be like
consumed by an ordinary book
and devouring it with ferocity
ripping through page after page
before abruptly pausing
only to continue by altering all
remaining pages on your own terms




september two thousand twenty
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