Peace, Full
The silence can seem cold and detached,
like a balloon or bubble in space.
An Avatar with no face.
But also can be warm and safe, attached,
if you are impending intently your confidence
in expecting wisdom, grace.
Because you can be instructed.
You can be reformed and formed again.
But is it the calm before the storm?
The aligning before the dividing,
for an Armageddon.
Haven't you all been warned?
What is to come.
What has been released
for its season to be airborne.
Circling directional winds
in your media go round-rooms
of advert admin, AdMen.
KY a healing balm of direlect dialect masokist-palm, I dream of, Djin e/bin hellogram.
Sting yourself, in from fires surround Town mounts,
Sun Tzu-interns of hatred's pathogen of Abaddon's nadirNado dervishes of stooge
N.O.W. playing at megaphone2,
SoundCloud of Leviathan Tidal
signatures turned blue.
Bodycounts, tik tok views, news,
pandelodeon dGorno bentai tentacled cartoons,
escape rooms
with features of Blue Lagoon.
The Moon indeed thinks it is perma-stationed
in Scorpio.
Aspected by Pluto and Mars- conjunct
American Psycho,
CSI, surgical- squares,
transitionals Saturn mapping,
tapping pixels at CERN, squared to everybody else, especially Family Matters
and all the Moore'n to mourn.
The Moon in the Eighth House,
binary twin at the door to reboot.
Nowhere to hide no place to run.
Dare I say it.
The Age of Aquarius, an epic fail,
a replacement Theology, as sirens wail from.
Who's buying what their peace sells, sails on.
~ I thought that they were angels
But to my surprise
We climbed aboard their starship...
~ Styx
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Jude Herrick
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