Smoke filled semi-transparent
Moments peeking through
The weeds
A caterwaul
Will keep the lantern
Out of sight
Portable green eyes
Moving like shadows in the night
Shapeshifters
Changing size
Multiple tracers
Quickly switching
Into lasers finally rise
In catatonic bells
Ringing out through
Total darkness
Verbal sounds in bleak surprise
Increasing elements that speak of
Sensory stimulation
Our musky smells
Electric shocks
Flashing chirrups and bird calls
Rest your temples
On my breast and yowl away
Convinced of what
Began underneath a simple guise
Circled in a séance
Hovering over Germany
In the late 18th century
Psychedelic purrs
Pulsate and flirt reverberating
Off of every transformer nearby
Can you hear the hiss of
Locusts humming
In my heart
Meow
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