INTERVIEW WITH A PRESENCE BESIDE THE OUIJA BOARD.

I am independent mists perhaps or

I am the mists of your imagination.

That said, we are speaking, which is

either (1) you speaking to mists or

(2) you addressing yourself (as mists).

I wish there were Google Ouija—

then we could store our soothsay

in the cloud; the cloud is a nimbus.

Forsoothsay! The cloud is an imbecile.

I am neither pessimists nor opposite

but as I’ve been flummoxed in place

repeat: The ring is in the oatmeal.

Whose ring? Whose oatmeal? Ah,

these are questions for other mists.

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