Darkness encroaches settling into endless twilight
summoned by female phantoms haunting me to this day
old ghosts shrouded in vibrant disguises
they find ways to reach me through networks i’ve fashioned.
The media are the medium.
Crystal balls pressed into squares of pulsing light
they present themselves as glowing images
they inhabit the flesh and blood of those nearest
awaiting only my attention in order to live again.
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