With my hands reaching
and my voice raised
with nothing to hold onto
I will pull the curtain down
I will resurrect the ghost
I will hold her toward the light
till we eclipse the sun
With no sense of purpose
we stomp
just to raise the dust
my white, thin fingers frailing
shape to fold a fist
I will resurrect the ghost
I will pull the curtain down
I will hold her toward the light
till we eclipse the sun
The ghost had been put away
now no longer in the dark
my body will be her host
I will guide her
through this dance
till she finds her way
I will pull her
toward my chest
I will fold her legs
with mine
and lay my head
on her breast
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