My mind is like a spirit box with only one channel.

Static and gibberish chained together to make sense.

Sentences created from the random.

Heart scanning the frequencies for meaning.

Communication that might not have happened otherwise.

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God says to not converse with spirits.

I think I know why.

A different spirit box covering up your own.

Scrambling the signal into white noise.

Meaning banished into the void when it should be the opposite.

Heart lost the signal the moment that switch flipped.

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I have to protect my own spirit box.

Ignore the others that seek to exorcise me.

Keep the precious static close to my heart.

Power I need to stay grounded.

Hearing my own special tone from my spirit box.

Belief I feed myself.