Trapped Fantasms

The trapped spirits do not wish to stay incarcerated,
In the small holes I have built for them,
Within the labyrinth of my body/mind,
Trapped underground for aeons.

When I evaporate the plasma gates with my gaze,
They gush out like the steam of an ancient geyser,
Escaping finally from the bowels of the earth into fresh air

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