I had my hopes of how I would be after living in exile, after closing all eyes to me I have romanced scenes where I re-emerged boldly and bearded alive with eskimo eyes with new baby on my back, but from where? I did not count the fact that I have ghosts in my mind, stowaways great ghosts of my life great ghosts of old wives and their howling so I spent my wilderness time, pulling my hair, rolling on the ground wrestling them off yelling at no one, punching snow I gathered ghosts and gave them my lecture, I bid them away, pleaded and cried and said there's no room in my life for you or you or your howling let my undo these ropes and go on living without you not just change where we live go on get I had my hopes of how I would be after sending them off after getting set free but there's no such thing as living without their prowling so as you can see, having descended the hill I still look like me, I still wallow like Phil forever will I'm teaming with ghosts and I still whining for wives, unkniting my brow but now I've surrendered if you listen you can hear us howling |
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