seeking what was sought

time is kicking through

the neighbourhood

that felt timeless

in hiding spots where

a house is constructed now

with stranger corners

that you can’t go into

because you heard that

the new people there

don’t like meeting others

and mrs guller who lived

on the lot before

might still haunt the place

not that you believe in ghosts

though you are starting

to think that adulthood

is a collection of ghost stories

that are told

to comfort the child inside

and stop them from

hiding

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your molten eyes

wet with water

and the world

that leaves you incomplete

for it is only 70% you

yet you feel liquid

shapeless

and in one static state