Where the inner and outer self meet.

Where the inner and outer self meet.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the psychic Institute of Light
commonly referred to as Heaven
I also witness the psychic Institute of Darkness;
it's the same place but
they just didn't pay
their power bill.
Anyway, let us continue...
on the crystal ball blurred
I see cynical thoughts
smeared by sceptics
where dead spirits are really
channelled from the depths
of the living minds where
someone is trying 
to get through.

Hello Andrew! Is that you?
Yes! It is me Andrew.
And who are you?
It is I, Andrew. I am yourself!
Oh!

Sorry everyone! False alarm.
I'm talking to myself again.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 27, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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