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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