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(A lone voice writes)

Some whisper and will
In secret occult circles 

About these sad days of 2025

That Humanity will fall into unruly petulant desire

Consumed and devoured by a blazing war lit infectious fire 

But what happens to you and me?

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 
That screams to be heard

With wide eager eyes

Like a love-struck 
Hummingbird 

Do you still tremble like when we first met

On the fly 
On the internet 

Wanting the warm caress of loquacious re-introductions
Of new verbs 

Opening mystical 
Golden gates to new poetic realms

And their guile to bind us together 

Like love-struck Siamese twins

Creating welcomed sins 
Of dried sweat and sweet tributaries 

Of deep-seated spiritual yearnings 

That makes your mind so damn wet 

Tales of the supernatural 
Light and darkness 

Filled with rapid movement or profound stillness

Sovereignty or deep-seated loneliness 

New flames of innermost desires
Contained in unspeakable words or unfamiliar names 

As our Zisurru

Poetic stories to be set asunder 
In the rising footfalls of Zeus's approaching apocalyptic thunder 

To burn new hurricane lanterns in the deep wells of Imaginations darkened 

Halls of Fame 

To live in the hope 
Of a new life

An everlasting dance filled with literary romance 

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 such ravenous greed

Will we survive 
Still together at the end of 2025?

With such
Intellectual thoughts

You might still whisper and silently ask 

You and me 

Does 
Will it last?

Echo in your Dream Chambers whilst waiting

For that midnight call on New Year's Eve 

When we sing pagan songs of King Solomon to each other

As we fight back the encroaching darkness 

With shining drunk Astral Eyes as our Athame

Our sacrificial knife 
Inwardly praying to then always shout

Yes, in us, 
I'll always believe 

Under the sharp eyes of the Winter's 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 new or old angel or devil wings 
As they quietly 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 2026

We can still share our much loved algorithms 
In all our holy quarters 

So mote be it 
What will be 
Will be

So mote be it



(C) 
Copyright John Duffy
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