The Letter to the Acolyte in Poetry Month

(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