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Mr. Ragland Ascends The Stairs
but I am not afraid of
the interruption of matter and atoms
or the creaking of the old wooden steps
It does not bother me that I cannot
see him,
or that he has been dead for quite some time
He is heading up to my room,
to set up my pillows
and drop invisible things on my floor
I do not mind him, Nor his loneliness.
I simply cherish the talent of knowing he is there.
