Akin Twin Invisible Presence Coaxing Paranormal

Akin twin invisible presence coaxing...paranormal Action across ouija board herald Faustian bargain as fingers of left hand appear to move planchette of their own accord... inexplicably, silently, and verily along a barely traceable minuscule chord dance, with some spatial force from outer limits, perhaps dimension unexplored twilight zone, (where spirit of Rod Serling dwells) horizontally, linearly, and peculiarly unmoored hashtagging, kickstarting, and zigzagging while just barely hoovering with maybe a hair breath of space to afford between alien world and terrestrial plain playing field, when oh my lord... (this premature ejeculation from an atheist sword like cross my heart and hope to die a martyrs death), thee paranormal shenanigans witness movement toward, and away from death still participants mouths agape with bated breath until last letter scored which message... uh...ah...cannot be revealed yeah...yeah...yeah...due to HIPAA laws... ...Without explanation, there gets heard clangorous din along with whooshes of ice cold air brushing against my chin analogous to some unseen genie i.e. and/or jinn freed from the lantern by Aladdin, then,...how odd... a deathlike stillness one could hear a pin drop pervades painfully quiet as if sound got vacuumed in to a void of parallel universe... ...Though I don't dabble in black magic, nor nothing linkedin with the occult, yours truly titled poem to "grab" attention fast as Usain Bolt, he dashes off runners block blinding earth shattering jolt faster than speeding bullet, a praiseworthy athlete with no win tent to insult, but merely chose his name out of thin air (in accordance with abracadabra) and flimsy rhyme that did result... But, aye beg (bribe with wealth of Midas)...please believe me you, this rather cheese zee poetic endeavor got wrought eyes wide shut (for all intents and purposes eyes closed), where gentle force did cease phalanges asthma southern paw of righteous honest to dog gone guy with pennywise and pound foolish sixth cents sees dead people as like miniature floaters (in my eyes with ease) poised and struck unbeknownst to me computer laptop black keys!