Spiritual Voices in the Night

 

I was asleep

Then thunder struck

So loud

It set off

Nearby car alarms

 

And I heard them

They were there

Where we had left off

 

Voices speaking

In the dark room

 

The voices

The spirits

Attached to me

 

Whispers and voices

Coming through

Dimensions

 

Entangled

With our very space

 

The voices

Once more

Surrounding me

 

This peace shattered

By thunder

And voices strafing

 

At times

The night can become

Its own island of insomnia

 

I’m surrounded

By the descending

Astral propaganda

 

Words and lies

Spoken

Through the storm

 

It is night

Where they are

Which is here

 

Dark rooms

Thunder

An exchange

Of thought fire

 

The clock

Has become

Unfriendly

 

Insomnia

Blaring

Audio film festivals

 

Images

Forced

Like pills of tyranny

 

Ritual suppression

Routine oppression

 

The mind

In the night

Infiltrated

 

Tell us

Where are we

 

Where is this world

That we didn’t know

 

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