Poems ✍️

And the world remained closed,
absence of Life as we knew it;
rivers, white water rafting o'er
brooks and streams...rising up-
with confluence...merging
with the greatest seas
and oceans of Time;
And yes, there was Time,
though time for the first time-
was moot,
as far as we knew,
for Time is but an element
of planning and judgment
for mortal life, as a guide
on our temporary stay,
here, on this plane,
or dimension, limbo...
faith has many byway's;

[And you suddenly wonder,
where are we all headed]?

It is Time, It is Time
to couple, to conjugate
Time with Space.
a marriage, until now
hell-bound in dross
oozing from a pentagram,
the goat of black-magic.

My God, what a sight
to see an Angel cry
at the anathema before
her Modigliani eyes,
for God has unveiled
her soul, her spirit
from this coming of-
the black Horse, Edomite,
dripping with oil,
and the mold of old bunkers.
Thank God, the final Seals
have yet to come forward.