Animus (L)

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I'm called a beguiler of all inner and outer worlds and secretive red sanctums.

An owner of all rhythm and rhymes, entertaining young and old minds.

I can make time stop in its tracks in a heartbeat as old reveries of delicious emotions.

Move up and attack.

I can appear suddenly from the invisible to stand tall and visible inside.

From the burning grey ashes blowing in from just beyond The Great Occult Wall.

I can visit anywhere or place in deep space or time.

Paint supernatural tapestries like Rembrandt or Tiziano Vecelli.

Within the deepest inner recesses of your mind.

I can summon the long departed like Criss Angel.

Call to all your treasured dead to appear on that magical day, you had that first dance.

On the very day, you got wed.

I can perceive events in other worlds.

From all the many things and secretive books you've once read.

I've tasted deep love.

French kissed.

Been eaten out and shot many loads until I'm totally spent.

I've hung out all day entwined in your tear-stained bed as you once cried.

I always reached once for the faraway stars until we got wed.

On the day you were born.

I'm simply all the visceral symphonies and emotional sonnets.

Surrounding all of you.

All the echoes of all those memories your soul needs to stay out of the Red Dragons, soft silk sheet covered bed.

Look back and you'll always see me.

Just watching behind your shoulders.

For I simply follow and continuously collate as you slowly grow older.

Indulging and weaving new patterns.

I am simply known as Animus in Latin.

The mind, spirit, soul, courage, anger, or intention.

The bridge between the bringers of salvation or redemption.

Have you heard me call to you yet?

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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