In what you are, in what you do, and in what you say;
Be haunted.
Be peculiar.
Be the ghost at the end of the driveway.
Whatever you are, wherever you go, and however you change;
Please let it be beautiful.
Never stop being, let it be strange,
And let it be delightful.
Let it be magic's mystical bane in all the most mundane ways,
Let the sky's name dance over you in a cool floating haze.
Let your hands aloft be soft and tender despite their calloused bleeding and rusted rough.
Let you be enough.
Let it light up my face through the glass,
I'll watch it all flicker when the street whisks away with another car's pass.
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