The Letter

My dearest Sophia

We are like the mythical

Adam and Eve

Walking upon grey shores

Of a lost planet

Any soul could ever conceive

Hidden in deepest of space

Our love holding us

Knee deep in grace

As we breathe

As if buried alive

While the world around us 

Greaves

Where we will witness

The birth of new Nebula's

Stars

And the rediscovered worship 

Of Old Pagan Gods

A pristine Atlantis

Awaiting destruction

Filled with wild pagan beasts 

Dressed up as jealous old men

Wearing sharp blue suits 

Designed and accepted

Through absolute corruption 

We will stride beyond the long reach 

Of the secret Masters of the Masonic Temples

Erecting their secretive

Light barriers

Using political fools 

As their courtiers

We will part the soft pages of our Papyrus

In our own Black Books of illicit Pleasure

To be perused and used

At our inquisition and leisure

We will watch the great fall of mankind

Through greed and the unquenchable quest for total power

Leading to the rise of the Cosmic Red Serpent

Many Babylonian Towers

Where we will lie upon our backs

On the soft yellow sands of time

Shoulder to shoulder

As the new crucifixions begin

To see and smell the visceral sights

Palaces

Establishments

Countries

Will all burn and be

Aflame before us

Throughout long shameful 

Days and nights

A medieval dark vision 

Of a world consumed with Corruption and sin

For as we watch 

We will know

We are riders of

The Great Red Dragon

Once foretold

For

We are some of the mythical Watchers

Who'll never grow old

We 

Who collect the hidden Universes 

Stories

For in time

To be simply retold

We 

Two

Just reborn as poets today

No longer

Citizens 

Of any known countries

Or religious ways

Just sent again

From The Great In-Between

To nourish inquisitive minds

Which are perpetually hungry

For enchanting new stories

Especially those written by us

From the Great-In Between

Not

Mere mortals

But secret cosignatories

Writing and offering poetry

In all forms 

Of its light and dark glories

To be consumed like crushed juniper berries

Over lemon and ice

Will you come over tonight 

To witness the Nato fireworks 

Heralding the beginning 

Of such sights 

So take this as my evocative invite

A slice of my inner light

You know how to reply

My beloved Sophia

Remember

What I told you 

When you last used your scrying device

When you summoned me

In that back boarded up tomb

Between southern Lebanon and southern Syria

In the Golan Heights

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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