This is the Swan Song

This is the swan song.....
Demonacrobaticommunist beer pong 
twisted into misty fists 
of sovietLiberal newDawns
In Daze of Knights 
in masks and disArmoured
Rights and Lefts 
that rise enMasse 
to hail the new Pawns 
as they are swapped 
for Queens 
           and Kings 
on the chessboard of Light 
and Dark flights 
of Fancy
Rapt Attention as sewn Dissension
 begets new Dimensions 
of Red Imposition 

Get into position
My friends
Let's say this simply
 so the useful idiots
Can begin to rescind 
their terror
Let's open leaden lids 
and wipe the mirror
Clean, 
this dream is about to get 
more twisted Yet, 
Resistence just a false flag 
assistance 
from the Scripted Set 
and Setting
 as Debts 
are counted and regrets embedded
 in mounting Systems of Slavery

The flavor of this mess
Order out of chaos 
as the agitators profess
....politik pointing to prolific policies
 of pathetic arrest of sovereignty 
as the blessed messengers
 confess their incompetency

This is the Swan Song
I want to say it straight 
but my finger-tongue 
obfuscates 
and nameless shame penetrates 
reminiscences
 of the defenseless days of burning stakes
 and bludgeoned brains 
laid to Waste
 in bodies I've been alive inside
 in times like these
 in lives that bleed the broken neural codes
 that fold me back 
into Somatic Steeds 
that weave my Soul through dreams
 and Seams
 too numerous and bold 
to behold
 in scenes that flicker through 
golden Reels of Old. 

This is the Swan Song 
Born once more 
to bore my way through this maze 
of Youth and Age 
in a new Play 
written on the script of the burning Page
 that smoulders 
with the smoke of Burning Sages
On the stage of Time, 
trapped by my own Will 
to Feel the rage 
and Weild the Wage of War up my Spine.... 
Just trying to climb my way out... 
Rewind the fine twine 
of the cage of mind 
and threads that bind me 
to this climate of crime 
projected from inside the blind screen 
of shouting demons
 Acrobats of simulated semen
 priming the new aeon
 to line up.... 
                 One.... 
                       More....
                             Time..... 
As the Cycles Ride the Tide 
of this Massive Wave of mutating Mind.....
in a sideways glance
 I watch 
as the Trance takes over.... 
The melody of mania 
dances through the crowds 
as the  Swan Song 
                                    Hovers......
              frozen..... 

Charleen Johnston
 
8-27-2020
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