Tell yourself captured dust motes are phantoms of men smoten
Moths embarking past ringcams in fact seraphs, as you described
In the illustrious company of the Kilmacud Paranormal Investigators
The leaflet read, letters spooling and gothic:
Meeting today, half past eight
PE hall, Queen of Angels school
All welcome, don’t be late
Biscuits, baked cakes and tae
Earth mysteries, Druids and Leys.
Plump and stumpy, whiskered whisperer Mr Defayo
Born in a house on Ormeau Road
Worked a Summer in Stillorgan’s old Ormonde
Swears he met William Orpen, who painted the war
Promises was with ÆRussell in Theosophy House
When phantom coins apported
Often videos suchlike endures
Better ask how ’twas recorded
“Well, Sarah, truly you have us stumped.
How did you make the video,
Pipe cleaners or aftereffects plugins?”
Sarah, from Moreen across the road
A minute as flies the crow,
Bird of distance and time,
Huginn and Muninn, says
“My first thought was break in
It made noise, boys!
I was ready to report it.
Creeping down the stairs at night
Terrible frightening it was, shockin’.”
Alchemisland 
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