Demented Intent Poem by Curtis Johnson

From a front roe seat, there was not the least of an eye strain. In a familiar place, I observed what appeared to be bullet trains.
In plain view, seated in a church pew among the wise and the few. They were racing through and around what 'once upon a time'.
throughout the land were 'Holy places and sanctuaries most divine'. Their headlights were bright but also both deceptive and delusional.
Their railways were dark, and only the 'elect' could clearly see and detect the reality of an orchastrated and demented intent.
Only the elect was able to discern the subtle 'bate and switch'. The trains were controlled and masterminded by forces unseen.
The forces ascended, descended, and flowed through atmospheric highways of destruction. But across the scene I saw a Holy man,
not a force, but a Loving Master of men and minds. He once healed a crippled man sitting helplessly at a pool.
He also walked on water, but I presently saw Him walking on clouds and descending to implement His kingdom rule.
07192017PS Fictional/Visionary