Moments Before The Passing Of The Universe... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Moments Before The Passing Of The Universe...



And the world remained closed,
absence of Life as we knew it;
rivers, white water rafting o'er
brooks and streams...rising up-
with confluence...merging
with the greatest seas
and oceans of Time;
And yes, there was Time,
though time for the first time-
was moot,
as far as we knew,
for Time is but an element
of planning and judgment
for mortal life, as a guide
on our temporary stay,
here, on this plane,
or dimension, limbo...
faith has many byway's;

[And you suddenly wonder,
where are we all headed]?

It is Time, It is Time
to couple, to conjugate
Time with Space.
a marriage, until now
hell-bound in dross
oozing from a pentagram,
the goat of black-magic.

My God, what a sight
to see an Angel cry
at the anathema before
her Modigliani eyes,
for God has unveiled
her soul, her spirit
from this coming of-
the black Horse, Edomite,
dripping with oil,
and the mold of old bunkers.
Thank God, the final Seals
have yet to come forward.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: destiny,universe
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