paranormality

a corridor opens,

your stare extends into

the tunneling

eyes fixated, limited to

swelling but encased

a naked body partially

unadapted, unprotected

in between or lost without

your gods, your devils

thus they come forth

from nowhere, from 

everywhere

spirits and strangers,

incubi and succubi,

chaos in the static

what filth wraps around you,

what’s real? and why... 

there’s a shadow behind

every wavelength

obsess in your fears

discretely, unobtrusively

there’s only one match,

one candle

one chance to

counterbalance these

enigmas