Poem 516








Bohemian Rhapsody - Part III
“The Shoshana Moon”

I mean, come on..
You do not see
hell freezing over
every day..
but once upon
a blue moon
it just May.

Blue like The Lilly
as it was upon a time
red like The Rose.
Shoshana
is the thread
that ties together
both of those.

And yet,
there is the hand
that spins
and then the hand
that weaves.
The former feeds
on what it sees,
the latter only
on the visions
that appear to it
in dreams.

But have you ever
dreamt of someone
who you’ve never met?
And have you ever
weaved a tapestry
out of invisible threads?
I swear I have,
but if you can’t observe it
is it neither here nor there?

I saw it as a memory
that future me
projected to the past.
But to remain
coherent to this frequency
hell had to freeze..
and it is freezing over
rather fast.
Soon, all of Hades shall
forever turn
completely still.

The fates are soon to sing
their final chorus..
right before triumphant
trumpets of God’s band
crescendo..
Will you be there
to listen and to hear
The Ender?
The Mermaid’s silent aria
upon The Sabbath,
after The Shoshana Moon?
I know I will.
The End is coming
nigh upon us..
very soon.

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