To my readers

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Some whisper and will

In secret occult circles 

About these last days of 2022

That 

Humanity will fall in unruly petulant desire

Consumed 

and devoured by a blazing infectious fire 

But what happens to you and I

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 

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 makes your mind 

so dam wet 

Tales of the supernatural 

Light and darkness 

Filled with movement or stillness

Sovereignty or loneliness 

New flames 

of innermost desires

Contained 

in unspeakable 

words or unfamiliar names 

As our Zisurru

Poetic stories to be set asunder 

In the footfalls 

of Zeus's approaching 

apocalyptic thunder 

To burn new Hurricane lanterns 

in Imaginations darkened 

Halls of Fame 

To live in the hope 

Of a new life

An everlasting dance

With a drop of a wild transmigration 

 

As our new Nexus 

To savor 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 ravenous greed

Will we survive 

Still together in 2023

With such

Intellectual thoughts

You might still whisper 

and silently ask 

You and me 

Does 

Will it last

Echo in 

Dreams whilst waiting

For the midnight call on 

New Year's Eve 

When we 

Sing pagan songs of 

King Solomon 

As we fight back 

the encroaching darkness 

With shining 

drunk Astral eyes 

as our Athame

Our sacrificial knife 

Inwardly praying 

to always believe 

Under the sharp eyes 

of the Winters 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 angel wings as they 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 

Waters

Famine or disorders

So in 2023 

We can share our much loved

algorithms 

In all our holy quarters 

So mote be it 

What will be 

Will be

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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