Cheap static and the dead poltergeist in my closet
Existing as ambassadors of the buzzing

Five seconds to shake a spirit,
That magical ghostie that makes me unlike a wolf

Repetition in empty superstition

Unlikely hauntings through speakers, though feelings, then actions
Without intention and unaffected
While reality escapes me, something is laughing

That which exists as anxiety in the stomach of a worry
A child
Manifests inability to stop thinking

I do not rely on what I think I know
I do not rely on what I feel
I do not rely on what faith intended to infuse
I can not rely on anything, above all what is real