Chased by ghosts up the perfect road,
Into the rain forest, out to the sea stacks,
then to the ice and snow where, in
the distance, you can see a virgin glacier
preening between the awful mountain peaks.
They catch me briefly in sleep. 3am.
It is glistening cold, there is no coffee.
"Ghosts, I don't know what to tell you. I tried to
Pay off all my debts, I didn't mean to embarrass anyone.
Weren't you proud of me old Ghosts?
Didn't you see my true intention?"
So now I see in their silence. .
"You feed off the energy of my enemies and are everything I hate."
I see old ghosts.
I see.
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