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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
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