Poem 607








If you stare into
the crystal ball
too much..
your mind
and sanity
are forfeit
to the spirits
from the aether.
They become
your crutch.

They tell you
what to think.
They show you
what to see.
They know your
every fear,
your every worry.

They know
exactly what
it takes..
to make you
look again.
But that which
chains you..
may not be
your friend.

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