Ghost Into the Fog
June 8, 2011 § Leave a comment
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
where no one notices the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you, angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
And I walk in the air between the rain, through myself and back again
Where? I don’t know …
Excerpt from “Round Here” by the Counting Crows
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