The Last Poem

The dervish whirling †  
in the sky †
his golden liquor †  
shall run dry †
and poured shall be †
the final drop †
of drunkenness caught †
inside our cup †
Rolling darkness †  
from every lip †
the sum of every daughter †  
and son †
that centuries swallowed †  
to be reborn †  
their screams now sighs †  
weary worn †  
of skies ripped from †
the cosmic womb †  
In folds of flowers †
will find their song †  
in a fulgent †
new emerging dawn †
Stirring from her silk cocoon †
a wreathed and winged †  
mortal god †
the branch to spring †
its fragrant bloom †  
and pour majestic mystic wine †  
ransomed through her precious blood †  
mellifluous upon her tongue †  
the poem last †
whose hourís come †
exceeding all thatís come †  
and gone †
Holy of Holies †  
since Homer and Hesiod †  
Written by Keilani
Author's Note
A brave new world awaits.
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