The Last Poem

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Sacred oak groves
Poetic vision deep silence
Produce symbolic images
Forces streams of dreams
Opened passage ways
Weaved illusions

Seven celestial wheels
Seven separate tones
Seven virgins singing their seven songs
Seven secrets to unfold

Spiritual energy summit of reality
Appears an anomaly
Trees of energy penetrated emotions

Angelic eyes appear in the sky
Silver points of five
Nature tells a lie in the sunrise
Vision fades to black
Celestial kingdoms reign

Sacred places unseen boundaries
No constancy hole in mind mystery
Birds perched on the branch of a rainbow tree
Eat the sweet meat achieve ecstasy

Doors of no key
The color yellow speaks
The color red bleeds

Almost in this sleep
The price to pay for this vision to keep
Clouds of heaven cover me

Beneath the cosmic tree
A feather an angel gave to me
Penetrated my emotions deeply
Stirs up something within me

Shatters the clear in the pane
Inflamed an iron ring
This is God
God is this
Alter ego the devils kiss
In outer space the past exist

The word reveals crime
The poet kills in rhyme
Trampled under celestial wheels
Voices in the trees wave the leaves

Goodbye the stone cries
Pawns and prisoners alike
Solitary confinement never alone

Not my last
But this is The Last Poem

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