Whispering…
I see the Future…
The Haze now clear
Thru the Dark
Gazing Deep
Visions Flying
In Lucid Skrying
As the planes of Existence
Speak their Secrets to Keep
In the Shifting of Time
Floating images pass
In the Shimmering Shapes
So the Dye Shall Be Cast
Swirling Smoke
And Flowing Clouds
Piercing Thru The Blackest Dimensions
Otherworldly Sounds
Flood my Mind so Loud
As the-
Still
Deaf
Silence
Screams-
In Every
Subtle
Inflection
Unthinkable Inspiration
Will come at last
To answer a question
You’ll Think to ask
As future events
Unfold
And pass
Void of thought
And Stillness of Mind
To Gain clear insight
Where Before
We were blind
In this Multidimensional
Space and Time
We can Truly
Feel…
The
Divine
A contest entry
- Calling On Baphomet...Again. by Miss Macabre.
400 points, ended October 25, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I'm not a big fan of things such as Thru. I prefer the actual word to be used. I don't understand all the random capitalization. It is possibly a good poem, but the grammar and such drew away from it.
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