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“The Blue Nazarene” 

caeruleum caelum 
in nubibus
caeruleum

caeruleum caelum
in nubibus 
de hyacintho nazarene

testimonium:

white stallions, 

clouds commanding
Christus imperium
above all below 

all below 
now present to worship 
a secular ghost

stopped dead in their tracks
those ridiculous battalions
games of war and monopoly 

the bored oligarchies, 
their silent sirens
their ignorant factions

their dark hidden cabal
like roaches found crawling 
under cover in dark hidden spaces 

Now revealed for who they truly are,
their faceless faces become known
their reptile lives rudely interrupted, 

stopped in their Nesferatu ranks
the blood-suckers and their fleeing feet 
are glue-stuck fast 

now merely annoying 
pests for extermination 
their servile legions gone AWOL

they are roaches and flies 
for the swatting, they are thrown 
to the ravenous humanity remaining
 
the remaining watch for signs
believing all storms come and they go, 
retaliating that the days of darkness have now ceased -

little do they know;


hyacintho caelum 
in nubibus 
caeruleum

a new émigré has arrived 
caeruleo Christus imperans
a new Commander and chief

the war-room, its sub-rooms 
and all its boards are determined 
redundant, unwanted – done away with, all as one, 

All are annihilated All are washed clean

this One arrives like a Blue Angel 
from the boiling nightmares 
in their Pinnochio dreams

through broken clouds
pierces the Holy See
opening closed windows 

that blue Nazarene 
shimmering oceans 
no voice but does speak

those depth-charged eyes
like crashing tsunamis 
wash over All 

the unspectacular, as one, in their unspectacular dreams

the sound of His silence
is now fully understood, displeasure -
seems to be a very generous word

forgiveness 
arrives
much later

for now, plundering 
the deprived depths of below 
to do some good amongst aligators slithering on show;

Oh those eyes! that countenance! 

once gentle and patient -
now speaks like a parent 
in thunderous tones -

sometimes 
you just have to be 
cruel to be kind -

it’s a soft-killer conquest;

in their dreams
this never once entered 
their ultra-lilac equations

hear the crackling 
of new Lightening
see the boastful Vains bleed

Sharp lethal swords 
for piercing both sides 
delivering new life -

bringing some peace;

Yes, 
All
in that time, 
All 
are washed clean

colours of no eminence here
mix the two red and blue
now all purple, all bruised

the Red and the Blue dispensed
the red and blue swallowed whole 
on voiceless tongues, disappear

all colours, 
political parties and factions, 
religions, states of being – distractions, 

all prescribed stories and books, 
dispensed with tout de suite,
it's not sweet, this much is poetically clear

due diligence tort

those denouncing 
vain hearts – 
now all read, never bought

the riot act bleeding blue rosettes 
well and truly now, pinned to their breasts 
alone in their underground beds

all together as one -

now taken up up and away
like Icarus into the blistering Sun
ascension, the blonde atomic is done

breath scattering ashes
become manna in the fading 
powdery blue

Christus nubibus 
caeruleum
Christos 

commanding 

white stallions 
leading leaders
and their legions 

Lux veritatis 
in uno corde

no need 
for more ... 
agreements,

for more 
useless words, 

the vocabulary 
becomes us, 
much simpler and easy

this much understood - 

the necessary completion 
in its own time has begun, 
this is the time of the new Accord -

the true Caller has called 

to harvest 
the left-overs
the remaining sad herds

all are homeless
all are lost refugees
with nowhere to run

in the year 
the final battle 
is won by the One;

all in good time, 
they are reviewed, 
their pleas for redemption 

Won by One 
are all heard
as one herd

Candide Diderot. ‘25 





“Above the planet on a wing and a prayer
My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air
Across the clouds, I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of night”
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted
Just an earthbound misfit, I.”





n.b.
The language outside of English used, is Latin.
a little French...
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