Lean visions of avarice have displaced you in my heart. The scorn of early morning dawdling on the neighbour's lawn in that summer dress as the dew licks your ankles. I have moved into a abandoned parking lot high above the city to warm that slippered ghost. To conceal it with invisible fingers that scuttle across a screen. Flashing eyes reflect nothing at all. I dreamed again of the mountain and it came to ravage me. It ripped me apart and renewed me.