I just drove by a 'haunted house", The Haunted Warehouse, and pondered whether I should stop. But upon quick reflection, I realized that I haven't been scared of anything, least of all Death, for years and years.  And am not of heart so to be.  So what's the use?  For a laugh?  Heh, just thinking about having to pay for a laugh inside a contrived edifice itself is entirely laughable!

So I just kept driving.  Until I reached this WiFi coffee shop.  And dropped.

an impression just such:

perhaps running unceasingly (for years and years)
in the cemetary Dreamland (undreams be damned)
has inured me to the uncure of such pities of parting
that so often befuddle this fair dance (time dances) of heartbeats (but instances)
that ever pulse onwards our moments of will in this world..