(A lone voice whispers)
We and all
Our kin
Are like the many unknown names
Courageously written and weaved
Into
The Secret Books of History
Many would never believe
Souls
Mysteriously walking upon wet shores
Of a fourth planet
Spinning in the deepest of space
Our devotion holding us
Knee deep in rivers of love or hate
In the human race
As if we were nearly buried alive
And with newly empowered adrenalin-filled eyes
We witness daily
The stunning emotional explosions worldwide
And like worshippers of rediscovered Old Gods
We try to create a new written
Golden Age of Byzantium in words
Filled with only fine art and poetic pieces
We
The word shapers who hide in the wild woods of our keeps
Where we sleep
By firelight
Until the moon rises and kisses her lover
Father Sky
Announcing us to wake
To then slowly write on soft pages
In our own
Books of Red Pleasure
Stories
To be perused and used
By soft fingertips
And lonely hearts
For their own inquisitions
And at their leisure
We will write about seeing the true face of the world
As the Wolf Moon rises
As we lie sated
Upon the ever-flowing Sands of Fate
We will record
For historical footprints
In Digital ink
How the new forms of circumscription begin
We will create unique raw
intuitive insights
In the longest of nights
Creating legacies
Which may ignite minds
To be then lit up
Like Guy Fawkes on Bonfire night
Heralding a new vision
Of a twisted version of a place
Corrupted by the father of temptation and the power of the pound or dollar
To invoke sin
And as we look on
As old empires fall
We will pray to the skies
Like primitive tribes
For we are but some of the mythical Narrators
Eternal Scribes
Who'll never grow old
We
Who create a millennium of hidden stories
In time
Simply to hijack any inquisitive minds
They can find
For
We are just reborn endlessly as poets
Writers and
Singer-songwriters today
No longer
Residents of any known time frames
That can seduce
And lead you into
The Brown Fields of Disarray
But just souls sentenced again
From The Purple Story Houses
In The Great In-Between
To feed curious minds
Which are perpetually ravenous for shorties
Just like you
To explore these few words
With an overwhelming need
To consume
Short enchanting new glorious stories like these
Written by firelight
In my holy room
Thanks for reading and until the next time.
Remember, it's great to à deux!
Readers and writers
Do it all the time
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Circumscription
In this context:
Restrict (something) within limits.
A Deux
Adjective . : involving two people especially in private. A cozy evening à deux.
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