Cachephony of Beautiful Mumurimg Voice
My One.  My You.
Sacred Water  Squeezed from Walls
Of Tombs
Life's Sweet Giving  Life
Your ****** To My Tongue
Blessing
Miracle of Unweilding Light

Come one come all to the twenties again!
Where plagues abound and fears resound
but with few on the mend
of course  discounting those who shun saying scam
and would much rather the poor proletariat slave away
like an automaton
and even those are prone to fraying
To those poor souls left to suffer for corporations care
and those necasssry deaths as eugenics rears again

Come thee to the future! The hopes of many-body dashed
and trampled beneath powers unweilding unfeeling
of filled morgues and overworked doctors and nurses and workers
and children fearing for the safety of their parents escaping to virtual reality
and piles of homework forgotten along with the assignments due dates.
And yet only a few stops away
communities denied aid
and those in the towers build bridges with the bodies deemed unneeded

Observe ye the Biblical event predicted in the sacred texts
foretold of hiding inside homes both for fear and to flatten the curve
and mounting anxiety anger frustration nations scrambling unprepared

come one come all
all ye behold
the twenties are back and history makes yet another round.

A Queen, the 1st, one that is unique and unweilding...

A blade of grass in the dessert

A star under the ocean

A flower in the arctic

Like mountains on top of the clouds

Such a rare jewl is her eyes

This fascination, the rarity of her beauty... can it be real?

Only one man will know should her eyes ever give up their stare and the warmth of her heart be there. Then the truth that man would know, that truth that no other man can bare.

The rarity of such beauty can only be held by the perspective of two... then it will be there.