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The Juggernaut
(A lone voice whispers)
Did no one tell you that true
Magic exists
Just hidden somewhere deep
In most societies
Sought after by convicts of the mundane
Profane addicts, who cry out in the mists
Whenever they're asleep
In pain
Some crying out for redemption or anything linked to temptation
But still, it subsists in so many obscure places
And upon so many new or old altars, does it reside
For when it comes out to tempt the eyes of the juggernaut
Known as The Great Metatron
To look
One of the most powerful archangels, and interdimensional scribes
To the Book of Life
It causes so many other emotions, to like atoms collide
In the deep-minds behind inquisitive eyes and faces
From all gender and races
As imagery
Emotions and engagement runs wide
For the Philosophers Stone
The Great Secret
Is simply this
There's an old piece of magic in us
All
But sometimes, it only chooses to come out in those it made to speak
After a mighty fall
Maybe like you
Too
A new poet who once heard the nightly call
And now speaks a sacred hidden language, that summons the craft of
Reconceptualizing the enchantment of the human experience
Through an incredible naming magical act
Breathing
Molding and weaving
Words into life
Like a pagan mage giving shape to energy
A molten flux to entertain the curious ones
Of any age
That needs something magical written in verse
As they turn one of your spiritual pages
To help save them from their own form of self-destruction
And maybe anything that still hurts
Before their last ride home
In Old Nicks black hearse
As you serve your new masters and mistress's
Of the magical vibrations known as, Poetry
By sharing your magic as it pleads to be dispersed
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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John DuffyASY
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