I turn to my partner whose stricken with fear
his eyes wide open and almost in tears
I look straight past him and see the door open
turning instead from it's opposite side
Fear and darkness now fill the room
so I leap from my bed and onto my feet
Objects now move with sinister smiles
plodding and moving slowly twards him
I lay hands apon them and say the Lord's Prayer
but falter and cough and forget all the words
"Go into the Light" I hear myself shout
and blow cross the top of them watching them fall
I glance at my partner whose no-longer there
instead a poor soul's thrashing on our own bed?!
I straddle his body and hold his arms down
and dribble saliva three times in his mouth
"Go into the Light" I say to his demons
while using the sacredness of my own spittle
After 3 times his body succumbs and his face
all forlorn is now sweet and serene
In times when my voice or words may escape me
I know there are other tools I can use
Tāne breathed life into the first maiden
and whose very own water cleanses the soul
Blessed are we whose body's a vessel
guided and used by all that is good
For it is not us who does all this work
but the spirit of others and all who come through
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