Chess at The Genoma

 Part 1

The Travellers Diary 

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Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

With loud firm reverberating knocks 

Which sang out aloud like a rock star's edgy symphony of 

Boom boom boom 

On my spirits dividing wooded door 

Between my two guiding Jack and Jill rooms 

The Consciousness 

And The Unconsciousness

I heard your heart call 

Like a softly whispered echo 

Of a sweet mysterious kiss

Sent to Me at midnight 

In the low hours

As I wandered

Into my grand realms 

My own Holy See 

With the power 

Of my spirit

To somewhere 

So sacrosanct 

Unknown to some or most 

Especially those 

Lost late-night ghosts

Who stalk and wander like lonely sheep 

Only to be captured by tentacles of broken-down dreams 

When found

In sleep's many lucid  

Playgrounds 

And fluctuating streams

To the center of the Constellation Reticulum 

I traversed

A secret place 

Called The Genoma 

A Universe 

Within a Universe

Known only to perhaps 

The initiated Tibetan 

The now-deceased author who died 

After penning 

The great book  

The Third Eye 

Published in 1956

Called Tuesday Lobsang Rampa

A weightless place

Where I play seventh-level chess 

With him 

Grandmaster Morpheus Immortal 

The King who helps mold and create all stanzas

Where I move him to tears

With my pale face 

Beyond all mortal comprehension 

As I move my Royal piece

Crowned with golden and silver leaves 

Watching her stand

Tall and Proud 

In front of all those things gathered around

Still 

But hidden in those shadows 

Bending low

By the shimmering blue portal 

A familiar place

I wish to go

And with cold immortal hands 

I always slowly gesture

Like the great showman 

Phineas Taylor Barnum 

And mouth

Checkmate

For it's a game to barter  

To dream but of you 

The crow-haired girl 

Blessed with those thrilling dark eyes 

To die for

And such enticing spiritual treasures 

Beyond earthly measure 

For which my soul pines for 

And cries 

A true queen who holds me in perpetual bondage 

When in dreamland 

For high mountains 

Life and tragic circumstances 

As wide-ranging 

As a lone eagle flies

Prevented us 

Within real life to dance 

So I always listen for your heart's loud knocks 

To summon me to your spontaneously beautiful worlds 

Like when Captain Kirk 

On Star Trek 

The Original Series

Called out 

For the many forms of Joseph Ruskin or even Spock 

To appear

For even though 

The night sky 

Over us 

Will eventually pass 

Wherever we lay under the twinkling stars 

Separated but

So far away

Just mere atoms 

Swept up in the Universes 

Ever moving dust 

Always think of me 

Wherever you are 

Especially before you sleep 

For I always pray to beat Morpheus at chess 

If only for another chance 

To look into those dark pools  

That many souls would love to get lost in 

It's what drives me 

To win

Making Morpheus

The Grandmaster Immortal

Suddenly stand up 

So abruptly and say 

Causing all the intricate pieces to quickly fall away

Ok 

You win 

She's over there 

Go through that blue portal 

She's sitting on a soft yellow bed of hay 

Playing a golden guitar 

As a stunning horse looks over yonder way 

So 

Go through 

You win again 

For three's a crowd

Go see your

Twin flame 

For an hour or two

Reborn

From The Realms of No Name 

Who's heart knocks so loudly 

It shouldn't be allowed 

And I'll see you tomorrow night 

And so I go 

Part 2 

Grandmaster Morpheus 

Silent Thoughts 

What a fool 

I've played with 

Using my stupid spoon 

As always

To continue my right 

To hold him in my steely grip of perpetual bondage 

Another prisoner to the eternal heart of my beloved Lucinda 

It's why I just love to lose  

In this and any age

To enjoy the exquisite smell and luscious taste of their divine delicious aura 

As they all take plight 

Spellbound by the clutches of love 

And bound for all eternity 

To always chase and adore her

(C)

Copyright John Duffy