Leonardo speaks in 2022.

 

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Salute.

 (A lone voice whispers)

Well 

It's into the first week 

Of December 2022

And have all those invisible tears 

Linked to emotional streams

About someone missing 

Which are transcendental

 

Started falling again 

As you remember 

Someone 

so special

At Christmas 

Do they 

The delicious memories

Sometimes 

Overwhelm you 

Whatever you do 

Can you ever be relieved 

From leaving 

All those sad days  

Gone past 

Behind

You may quietly ask 

Days that seem to forever 

Linger and last  

Like an unwanted preacher

Who's a religious outcast 

Is it mysteriously silent 

As you read this 

And reminisce 

Before the Wild Hunt begins 

And do the freeways  

Beneath your shadowy 

Bedroom window sills 

Chime and vibrate  

With the sounds of life 

And all its mayhem 

Slowly approaching 

Like 

The Wild Hounds 

Of the Baskervilles 

Roaming 

The Berkshire Foothills

Crying out aloud 

Sending out echoes 

Of a sense 

Of impending doom 

Subjugating 

Your very small room

Or does the scent 

Of a new escape 

From that old oblivion 

Of 2022

Into 2023

Haunt and follow you 

Like a glorious ghoul 

Covered in pagan 

Impressions 

Magical symbols 

Of The Great Work 

Only known about 

Through absolution 

And confession 

Old feelings of Hell 

Been dissolved 

By all your five senses 

In each second 

As you remember 

What your sovereignty is

As they yell 

For their own 

Liberating rights of succession 

Rounding up calls 

For a new rebirth 

Invoked in prayers  

Sent up to Heaven 

From here 

On Earth

I can only hope 

You all still dare to dream 

Of enjoying your 

Old freedoms

Which are now 

Deemed by those 

Sitting up high 

In society 

As forbidden

A sacred place 

where those wild 

Untameable horses 

Of your innermost obsessions 

And yearnings 

Can be openly ridden

Into a new 

Ever-expanding kingdom 

As you pray for divine salvation 

And understanding 

To create 

A new altar to build upon

What says you 

Can you handle 

Whatever impulses 

You stumble upon 

Before your time living 

Has gone

For I can only show you 

Themes 

You were perhaps 

Blinded to 

Like the mighty Oberon

But only you can build 

A castle of strength up 

From those foundations 

Your soul is

Standing on 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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