(A lone voice whispers to his true love as Mother Moon watches)
My Sophia, are we like the mythical Adam and Eve?
Walking upon the grey shores of a lost planet. Hidden in the deepest of space.
Our true love holding us knee-deep in make-believe as if buried alive.
Where we will witness the birth of nebulae. Stars and rediscovered Old Gods.
A new Atlantis filled with wild pagan beasts and jealous old women and men.
Where we will stride beyond the reach of the Masters of the Masonic Temples. Erecting their secretive Light barriers.
So we can part the soft pink pages in our own Books of Exquisite Pleasure.
To be then perused and used at our inquisition and leisure as we watch the fall of the Matrix.
With the rise of the Cosmic Red Serpent.
Lying upon the yellow sands and shorelines as the new time of crucifixions begins again.
To see the visceral sights and smells as new spellbound disciples yell.
Palaces and institutions may burn and be aflame before us.
A new vision of a world consumed with corruption and sin.
For as we watch, we will know, we are lone riders of The Great Red Dragon once foretold.
We are some of the mythical poets and writers.
World and Empire watchers who never grow old.
We, me and you. My Sophia, my queen who collects the universe's many hidden stories.
For in time to be simply retold.
We just reborn as poets today, no longer citizens of any known countries.
Just sent again from The Great In-Between to release new thoughts and words like red balloons to float.
To encourage and nourish inquisitive minds
Which are perpetually hungry for enchanting new stories to rebel in this glory.
Contained and captured in this our everlasting promissory note, released like celebration balloons. Into new readers' minds to forever settle or float.
Some people today, don't abide by the royal seals of light, trust and loyalty.
They just joyously abide by the dark sides, cruel seals of impropriety and disloyalty.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation of the piece.
In today's culture, do people seem more likely to take advantage of someone, regardless of the impact?
Due to cultural norms, linked to taking people for granted, and the rising lack of gratitude, leading to relinquishing loyalty to those, who once helped them?
From work, family to friends.
Have you encountered this rather low level of engagement?
