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Sleeping rough on Whitby beach, 
I woke after my sanity expired. 
Three ghosts started a fire 
and taught me how to make glass 
from sand and flames. I had to 
juggle glass moons as an audition 
for the afterlife, I managed to dodge 
knives of fire hurled by the three spirits. 
We made a crystal ball to watch the people 
of Whitbys nightmares come to fruition. 
From haunted exhalations on the flames 
a glass ocean was made for our journey 
to the next life, I kept a moon to 
light our way.

Glass moon