Hestia comforts near the dog sled red fireplace,
radiating the house full of phantoms and extinguishing
the stiffness.
A history beats against me analogous to the movement
Through walls and springed mattresses.
Smells of unconsciousness warbles as the people
Blindly enter and leave with shell-like gazes.
Possessed with spirits channeled though.
© -Sonja J. Phinney 30-Aug-2007
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