Cut- Up: (December,2021) Poem by DM W

The rebirth of red
Planets in dead galaxies:
Nature is breeding
Fresh flowered communion.
Its warm blood runs wild
And free through the veins of time.
The black dogs of war,
And psychotic deceivers,
Are now drowning in
Crystal blue seas & oceans
Of pure consciousness.
Crude sinners escape,
Christ-like, from the dark, dreary
Prisons of selfhood.
Modern prophets are drawing
Vital energies,
From ancient, dust covered texts.
Angels sprout from bones
In the miraculous dawn.
Dreams are descending
Like sumptuous flakes of snow.
Across this wasteland
Which is being replenished.