Within these low whispers, lost in the brothels of my mind

Revolving in the deep depths

As I sit here
Alone at my old desk

I can feel the subtle arrival of you, and the vibrational presence of other viewers

Maybe on their beloved cellmate, their phone or computer

So here's to you all

You the bohemians
Eccentrics
Originals and mavericks

Of mankind

The kingdom builders of visual new world's that shine through

Like Morpheus's Looking Glass

Using the power and brilliance of inspired words and fluted thoughts

I pray you continue to seek more

Like l do
Searching for the one I still adore

Calliope
Who walks on rivers of crimson fire and grey ash

In memories gardens to be reunited, after she stepped through another stage door

You
The Ones blessed with the brilliance of words and fluted thoughts

Only you I can praise

You the searchers and creator's

Poetic
Time abusers

Just constantly try to be free and never bought

Or caught like me, by always chasing poetry's, new dammed train of thought

(C)
Copyright John Duffy