Yesterday found me, spectre, in my house,
And with came my daughter, my wife,
My dog, a roach, some noise, a mouse,
And some other revenant roustabout;
Yet, I thought, "Self, there was one,"
I thought, "Self, there was one, whom
yet met me" and there was clout
In such empowerment, and by-cloit there
Was emptiness where neither been able I to see;
Had I known that one as well as I knew where
I had hardly taken necessity to look, and: man!
There was where, that that echoic self mistook
Me. my loving home was the stranger, still, wham!
Today too, I find a stranger is in my house, --
And since yesterday a countless ghost dragoons
Itself through; yet -- as in yet, this is not a home
insomuch as doubt and memory joust.