. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Letter to Sophia

Sunday, December 8, 2024

The Letter to Sophia

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Some whisper 

In secret occult circles 


About these last days of 2024


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 


Created in my version of Michelangelo's poetic studios 


That screams to be heard

With wide eager eyes


Like a love-struck 

Hummingbird 


Do you still tremble like when we first met 

In Downtown Manhattan 


Talking for hours and wanting the warm caress of loquacious re-introductions


Of newer verbs 


Opening mystical golden gates to strange supernatural realms


And their guile to bind us together 


Like love-struck Siamese twins


Creating welcomed sins 

Of dried intellectual sweat and sweet mysterious tributaries 


Of deep-seated 

spiritual yearnings 


That once made your mind so damn wet 


Tales of the unknown 

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 2025


With such

Intellectual thoughts


You might still whisper and silently ask 


You and me 


Does 

Will it last


Vibrate in echo chambers and dreams whilst waiting


For the midnight call on 

New Year's Eve 


When we gather to sing pagan songs of King Solomon 


Counting down from 10


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 are quietly summoned to 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 


Water's

Famine or disorders


So in 2025


We can share our much loved algorithms 

In all our holy quarters 


So shall it be


What will be 

Will be


For we two are blessed with real eyes


Opened 

To see


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Image courtesy of Pinterest.


 

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