The Speaking Poem by Vision Ghost

These apparitional conditions of the dead as communication
A whispering to the cause of the prickles in statics condition
Standing on end as so the trestles roll tight in such fear
The electrocution of mechanism brings voice to revere

How can I be of the hearing for that which has long died?
The past is in memories of you yet it is your voice I spied
An aural experience of spirits seemingly from nothingness
The hollows of an ethereal transmission from emptiness

Playback to me her voice, via recording of technologies tool
Is that the voice of the one or perhaps I am the hopeful fool
Recognise me, hear me, know me, so I can be assured of you
Distant wanting of knowledge to know that death is not true

The last true study to anoint death as a falsehood of finality
Or is this fearing to breed the chaos before a dying actuality?
The formality of the chill that actually burns the inner soul
A truth forever coveted in denial as years run away so whole

Are you calling from the dark side of the physical sincerity?
Can I be heard upon their ears of the dead or expired entity?
Or are they deaf to me as I am to them before tape and static
The answers forever as elusive as life’s answers are as chronic

Such pollution of fear to cloud judgement of after life’s stasis
To no longer yield the balance between here and the crisis
To know not that which is the acronym of realisms foundation
For the daily awakening that perhaps you are in deaths station

Calling to the living world to cry for a saviour from the light
Yet in the abomination of the ghost reacted to in such fright
Bound by the fear of mortality and sciences so now decreed
EVP and psychics are but the beginning of mysteries seed