Four Masks Appeared Then One Spirit
a mantel sphere clock
a key opening another universe than the one we live in
the visual experience of a mass visitation
the people I've met over the years
someone asks me what I plan to do next
THE FIRST MASK APPEARS:
shadowing the entrance to the beginning
looking to us with a torn bleeding ear
straw hair
green eyes and
a painted face that glows yellow in the night
he is the ghost of a man who has been sent to us
after the serving of his own penitence
bringing a formality to our journey
THE GATE OPENS
those of us who have been here before are determined
not to be distracted by the apparition of the darkness
the others who are here who have never experienced
this kind of conjecture stare off
surmising that an invocation of some kind
has brought them to this place of murmur
the contemplation on their faces
tells me they have concerns to why they have been summoned
THE JOURNEY TO THE OUTSIDE
I heard the calling and answered a voice
calm and collective
noble
crashing
above the gathering
a thundering crackle shattering across the atmosphere
someone screaming inside my mind
The Words Of The Night
you are with us now
this is the way to the genesis of your dream
you are here because you choose to be
your desire to know me to find the truth has brought you to me
the petition for the future lies here within
The Second Mask Appears:
hanging in the air the face of a mighty warrior
standing on the edge of altruistic fatalism
waiting on each of us to reveal to him our anatomy
his dark jet hair covering his shoulders
his left eye has a painted star across it
and moon stains cover his clothing
he has a dark purple face and his lips are black cold
he chants the story of his quest never looking to see our reaction
some here have decided to stay and fight beside him
there are others who feel sympathy for his cause
but can not make the concourse decision necessary to stay
their past convictions preventing them from participating
in this kind of radical ideology
EACH OF US TRAVELS A DIFFERENT ROAD TO THE GATE
some of those who are here look lost
frightened and not even knowing why
The Third Mask Appears:
her sweet notes of understanding an invitation for us to come closer to her
sharing with us her considerations
thoughts of staying here forever cross my mind
she is dressed in a long gown that folds in the breeze
there are fairies following her as she crosses the sky in front of us
her locked white hair lies down to her waist
her eyes are a deep hypnotic gray
her lips a dark blue she whispers to me asking me to come with her
further into the dreams vision
she is asking me to leave this world-to go with her to the next
Her Voice is so Serene Her Eyes so Significant
The Words Of The Night
some of you will remain true to the cause
while others of you will eventually turn away from the quest
and seek refuge with the coxswain of necropolis
i ask you to come into the labyrinth of the mantel
from here the world you leave behind is only a blue marble picture
to be looked upon with agitation to be painted any color at will
from here you will find faith brings the knowledge of the tomorrow you seek
FROM EVERY SIDE OF THE PRISM THERE IS A REFLECTION
The Fourth Mask:
An Ecclesiastical Spirit Appears:
he has a devoted Phoenix perched on his shoulder
he is holding a staff that has a crystal sphere of provisory sonorous
in the darkness behind him there is vicariousness
and a walkway that leads away form the light of the lanterns
that surround him
the forces of judicious lineage wait with him
he is the messenger
the seeker
the pilot for those who will listen to his word
The Words Of The Night
you must be willing to dedicate yourself to the healing
regardless of your fears
before entering our world
understand this
the journey can be a precarious one
and without exceptions
there is no way back
THE TRANSCENDING CHANTS OF THE END
the search to the outer boundaries of our minds conscience
the ways of Natures magnificence
we leave this world to go to the next
freely
and without injustices
or prejudices
the expatriation from our earthly body we are now only a substance
within the cosmos forces of the universe
that lie before the deliverance of our awakening
The Words Of The Night
the lost choices of our dreams
Joseph Mayo Wristen
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