Tuesday, August 18, 2009

ghosts.

my head swimming with all these
parts of stories i may or may not have read
that may or may not exist

magic books

a gypsy dance, at night, by lanterns and caravans
a boy running down a long, winding path

an explorer following -chasing? a parrot
-or a dragon?

lost cities
lost stories

ghosts of-
books
dreams?
i need to find them.
the half-details make no sense to me

they haunt me.
like i now haunt bookstores.



''may I help you?''

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