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Akin twin invisible presence coaxing...paranormal

Action across ouija board

herald Faustian bargain
as fingers of left hand appear to move
planchette of their own accord...
inexplicably, silently, and verily
along a barely traceable minuscule chord
dance, with some spatial force
from outer limits, perhaps dimension unexplored
twilight zone, (where spirit of Rod Serling dwells)
horizontally, linearly, and peculiarly unmoored
hashtagging, kickstarting, and zigzagging


while just barely hoovering
with maybe a hair breath of space to afford

between alien world and terrestrial

plain playing field, when oh my lord...
(this premature ejeculation from an atheist sword
like cross my heart and hope

to die a martyrs death), thee paranormal
shenanigans witness movement toward,
and away from death still participants mouths agape
with bated breath until last letter scored

 

which message... uh...ah...cannot be revealed
yeah...yeah...yeah...due to HIPAA laws...

...Without explanation,

there gets heard clangorous din
along with whooshes of ice cold air
brushing against my chin

analogous to some unseen
genie i.e. and/or jinn freed

from the lantern by Aladdin,
then,...how odd...

 

a deathlike stillness one could hear a pin
drop pervades painfully quiet

as if sound got vacuumed in
to a void of parallel universe...

...Though I don\'t dabble in black magic,
nor nothing linkedin with the occult,

yours truly titled poem

to \"grab\" attention fast as Usain Bolt,
he dashes off runners block

blinding earth shattering jolt


faster than speeding bullet,
a praiseworthy athlete

with no win tent to insult,
but merely chose his name out of thin air
(in accordance with abracadabra)
and flimsy rhyme that did result...

But, aye beg (bribe

with wealth of Midas)...please
believe me you, this rather cheese
zee poetic endeavor got

 

wrought eyes wide shut

(for all intents and purposes eyes closed),
where gentle force did cease

phalanges asthma southern paw

of righteous honest to dog
gone guy with pennywise

and pound foolish sixth cents sees
dead people as like miniature floaters
(in my eyes with ease)
poised and struck unbeknownst to me
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