In the hush of dim-lit rooms
where shadows dance and secrets loom
a planchette poised, a mystic gate
inviting spirits - to communicate
Fingers light the oracle's heart
a dance begins, a journey to start
whispers from realms unseen
imperial hurt, what truths convene
In the quiet - mystic session
the planchette moves with ghostly possession
in loops and swirls, a sacred code
a story etched, a truth bestowed
Words unfold, inked by the Lord
a dialogue with centuries between
a cosmic dance, a spectral play
what mysteries shall the planchette - convey?
In a room, with mystic air
a planchette poised, a truth to declare
But oh, the comedy that did unfold
as the spirits teased and stories they told
The planchette quivered, it hesitated
a mischievous spirit, it seemed, initiated
words jumbled, a cosmic jest
a comedic play, an otherworldly fest
"Is this a message from the great beyond?"
I asked, as laughter began to respond
The spirits chuckled, a playful troupe
Turning solemnity into -
a cosmic dupe
A tinge of letters, a twist of fate
planchette's humor, what celestial trait
in the comedy of the mystic night
the planchette laughed -
oh, what a sight!
Anxious Thoughts 
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