Two worlds divided

Of both seen and unseen

A medium once confided:

“It’s by mediation that they convene”

 

A mirrored reflection

Inverted when seen

But its origin— we loosen

When the future was foreseen

 

For as the present time may serve

As a hinge to the past and future

A medium itself—is found to reserve

It’s very speech to that of the conjurer

 

A tongue loosened

With speech that reveals

Prophetic words—wantoned

To the very soul to which it congeals