it was where his thumb was caught between the middle and the pointer
where arrows couldn't deflect, nor time extract
the elusive vision of someone else's dream
they never finished
it was you who woke them up
when they flailed about their furious shells
touching headboards and smashing knuckles in the drywall
did you think they were in danger
or maybe overtly willed
it's not your fault sir
you didn't know their ghosts were unusually skilled
maybe tomorrow they'll wake YOU up
only they'll appear to Earth
wrapped up as sheep, asleep
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