The Third Keeper: Electric Swift

Swift

Things we think we know about a person, relative to what we think we know about ourselves, relative to what we think we know about the world.

Ghosts, judging ghosts, judging dust.

 

So I stopped trying to answer their questions.

Even better, I stopped trying to explain myself to myself.

I built my own monolith in a field.

Mountains from dirt.

Incredible for no reason, and to no person.

 

Winds in any direction still lift, after all.

So tell me, what’s the difference.

Better yet, don’t.

 

 

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