When I step outside I start to play,

The world is an open shell with remnant ghosts

I’ll live in a dream or sit in a chair,

I’ll ride the bus downtown and talk to fragile ghosts

I stole that body’s joy, when I took away its car,

I crashed it in a building; they pulled me, the helpful ghosts

I pulled the sun under my sleeve, with energy I jumped,

The universe took me away with gravitational ghosts