Challenge
Write a poem to yourself from the perspective of a ghost that haunts your home
off-zen
Your uneven footsteps are clumsy.
Your patterns are disheveled.
Moving too quickly you do not float but flit, like a hummingbird.
Why do you dance so often?
You are a mystery.
Do you sit down?
Creature of habit.
Processes and routines are you.
Please meditate, you make me anxious.
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