The Invitation
(A seductive voice whispers as incense fills the air)
Sat within here
A discarded loop in time and space
Within this room
I see you all in the distance
Shimmering through
Like bright pink desert mirages
In your living tombs
Stood alone
In my magical circle of no rehearsals
Chanting Yaruba tribes
Ancient magical rites
Summoning up the populous of Godhead
So I the shaman can call to you
“When the living ground eats the breathing Sun, I will open the secret doors to take you home.
For eating and tasting words like a new, Grace Dent, at Lent, isn't for you.
Just write this down and burn it in the back garden on a piece of paper.
I'm ready,
Come and take me to the secret amphitheatre
Where the voices of the Serpent
The Beast
And God take to its stage
To showcase who they've taken home and played.”
To then write out your own name in the ruined temples books
Before you line up to watch
Before they return
And choose
Before you are took
And I'll call within a heartbeat
To take you East
To meet
Either God or the Beast
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Copyright © John DuffyASY | Year Posted 2024
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