the road was alive with electric ghosts
spinning out of control
hunted down like stray animals
Squeezed into the side table
focusing and compounding
silent prayers
now the object is still
yet brimming with energy
magnetic and vicious
holding up a table cloth
coughing sparks and electric arcs
burning the carpet
feels like an esoteric healing
a soul in a box
transforming the outer layers into human flesh
where the inner layers consume the prior inhabitants
silent prayers and overcharged stares
looking right through the neighborhood
building little boxes for each house
so they might come alive too
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