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Photonic Participle



                  In the quiet whispers of dreams,
I dance with shadow's ebonescence,
as photonic particle - collider, 
photosynthesis derider, 
unveiling entities, 
of "agents provocateur" to seize a "visitation" 
upon the dimensions precipice 
per chance to lay siege.

In the depths of "our present darkness",  
petra-charred and invisible against the oiled skin 
of night.
Chameleon sins- 
spiders its neural network 
across the fruited plains, 
trading insiders 
like it was the New York Stock Exchange.
Black domes in the rock of jig altar, 
to sire getaway mountain dens and tunnels 
for BlackRock Pfizer Op -Executions.

Their golden boy, will spotlight meteoric,
the proverbial fly in the ointment, 
Act III lift of a-weighted curtain-lifting back wings, 
showing a defyning eye and marionette strings.
Les Miserables-play on words-play on heartstring phantoming our opera, staged in
Anti-Christian cryptonite.
History channeled redirect 
rhetoric dialect of reflected subject to chain,
and the death of fiat currency,
just a coincidental theme? 
Freedom is a currency isn't it,
a Hallmark card from the Corporation 
to the People- to read,
between the lines of allegiance- 
swearing till blue in the face,
alliance against malfee-seance in press release 
of 3 letter agency.
As Apollyon waltzes in from the bottomless pit.
Social credit scored to fit the bill.
Cloaked in fine Kingly robes of industry.
 
fact checked by the Ministry of Information.

When will love speak it's instinctual dialect 
in a neon sign language not lost in translation?
When will hope weave it's august majesty,
Seraphic-wings spread over as a covering tapestry.
In cure of a cerulean sky with  
hope diamonds of open transparency, 
lifting us in perpetuity.

Till that day,
with each intrepid step, a nightmare before Lent
their Black Christmas unfolds 
a returning echo on the steppes,
etched in our collective brains like petrified mold.
In an apology of words, 
emotions coagulate churns sour worm meal,
acidic curdling of my stomach, a larvaeic curd-
cysted curse to the soylent green new deal
of New World sufferings 
and pain, of UnitedNationsBurntOfferings,
with a disdain for comic relief 
or cosmic entymology.

Copyright © Jude Herrick

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