A powerful, deeply textured piece of writing.
The poem explores the anxieties of 2026 by blending themes of apocalyptic dread, technological dependency, and an intense, almost spiritual connection between two minds.
By weaving together esoteric symbols like the Zisurru (an ancient Babylonian protective ritual circle) and the Athame (a ceremonial Wiccan knife) alongside modern anxieties like "quantum tattooed vaccinated slaves," the text highlights a stark contrast between timeless human spirituality and a clinical, hyper-controlled future.
The mention of sharing "much-loved algorithms" in the closing lines hints directly at a profound bond formed over the digital airwaves.
(A lone voice whispers)
Some whisper and will
In secret occult circles
About these sad days of 2026
That Humanity will fall into unruly, petulant desire
Consumed and devoured by a blazing infectious fire
But what happens to you and me?
Your mind and mine
Do you still shiver inwardly at the vibrational thoughts of my words
Do they bind you
Submissively
To always return
Doomed forever
To hovering above my prose
That screams to be heard
With wide eager eyes
Like a love-struck
Hummingbird
Do you still tremble like when we first met
On the fly
On the internet
Wanting the warm caress of loquacious re-introductions
Of new verbs
Opening mystical
Golden gates to new poetic realms
And their guile to bind us together
Like love-struck Siamese twins
Creating welcomed sins
Of dried sweat and sweet tributaries
Of deep-seated spiritual yearnings
That make your mind so damn wet
Tales of the supernatural
Light and darkness
Filled with rapid movement or profound stillness
Sovereignty or deep-seated loneliness
New flames of innermost desires
Contained in unspeakable words or unfamiliar names
As our Zisurru
Poetic stories to be set asunder
In the rising footfalls of Zeus's approaching apocalyptic thunder
To burn new hurricane lanterns in the deep wells of Imaginations darkened
Halls of Fame
To live in the hope
Of a new life
An everlasting dance filled with literary romance
With a drop of a wild transmigration
As our new Nexus
To savour in your mouth
Like an intense-tasting holy communion wine
A strong touch of such wantonness
Your
Voracious soul needs
To carry to all empires
You may visit
In the North
East
West or South
As it swallows new stories with such ravenous greed
Will we survive
Still together at the end of 2026?
With such
Intellectual thoughts
You might still whisper and silently ask
You and me
Does
Will it last?
Echo in your Dream Chambers whilst waiting
For that midnight call on New Year's Eve
When we sing pagan songs of King Solomon to each other
As we fight back the encroaching darkness
With shining drunk Astral Eyes as our Athame
Our sacrificial knife
Inwardly praying to then always shout
Yes, in us,
I'll always believe
Under the sharp eyes of the Winter's Midnight Sun
Which for so many lost souls
We know she will still shine ever brighter.
As she quietly watches and grieves
As they collect their new or old angel or devil wings
As they quietly leave
Who knows, my child
Everlasting Hope and Peace could arrive as one
So we could conquer this new normal and continue to rise
Or it could all go wild
And turn into a new dark nuclear history
Where dreams and people
Are consumed and defiled
As good and evil
Battle for victory
And apart, we may have to survive
On mean streets.
As quantum tattooed vaccinated slaves or unvaccinated exiles
In a New World Order
Called a Fool's Paradise
Without Any Known Borders
But either way,
Know this
May your spirit guides lead you to continued health and safety
Across all fast-flowing political wars
Water's
Famine or disorders
So in 2027
We can still share our much-loved algorithms
In all our holy quarters
So mote be it
What will be
Will be
So mote be it
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
