a slanted view of the window pane
covered in clear beads of rain
leaving behind tiny streak stains
the world is beautiful out
i stood up and walked to the door
and i swear i saw a ghost in the hall
and it left fresh mud on the floor
it stopped, stared, and left throughthe wall
my hand on the banister of the stairs
violently felt the wood, solid and new
i could feel a draft of stormy air
float in through a crack near the door
had i really seen a ghost in the hall?
a woman's voice on the television
"This is what the world is like after the fall."
i didn't know what she really meant
but i really didn't have to.
a trip, a scream, a fall.
the cars in the streets seem to stop
i walk outside and see the light
a brilliant blob of yellow blinding me
i fall me to my eyes and try to fight
but the feeling overwhelms me
and i am suddenly aware of exactly
what happened to me
the only thing in view is grass
but there's so much more to it
every thought i have scatters the ground
and they all say
i'm alive.
the ghost is in the street now
waving goodbye as it's whisked away
by a honda civic speeding back home
and they all still say
i'm alive.
a half-hearted goodbye to the ghost
i stand up now and watch suburbia come to life
i turn and walk back into my new home
and they all still say
i'm alive.
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