Archetypes
walk city streets, ride subways as
commoners --
subterranean
consciousness,
ethereal siamese twin
to the everyday.
Shadow and substance
entwine as before
the invasion.
I long to tell you,
yearn so I loudly
whisper,
but only if you really
listen.
I cannot say these things
twice.
Memories seep through,
acquire form.
Stand straight and true
as soldiers or Marines
giving full allegiance
to any who will take that
load.
There are Gods foaming in
excrement
begging relief in the
form
of sacrament
potent and deadly.
Angels and
Demons wage sacrosanct
war,
dice from a grail
foresaging trial or
comfort.
Hungry Ghosts wail.
Vampires and Creatures
of the night
seek shelter before
travails of daytime
break them.
Morning Star
winks salaciously.
In wild’s kingdom
all manner of creatures
thrive.
Eagles soar.
Lions roar.
Whales sing.
Humans open a
veiled third eye.
The World rejoices.
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