The Call of the Lamia

I hear sad voices in the wind, wispy words, containing reverberating explosions
Recanting stories and histories about alternative time-lines and uncertain futures
They recite the spent dreams and desires of  yesterday's unfinished tomorrows
Tomorrow's unformed today pirouettes and dances in mock grandiose caricatures

Thundering silences echo mutely between the impenetrable extremities of liquid time
Free-forming positives negate existence, propagating instead, redundant antagonisms
Past becoming future without need to disturb the sedately slumbering of immediacy
Other ephemeral directions, unknown to mankind, embrace the singular multi-organisms

Former, present and perpetuity are but one disposition, above, beneath in/ex ternal
Orderly pandemonium, the mumbled rhetoric of innumerable hypothetical conversations
The would, could, should haves of eternity become the wouldn't, couldn't, didn’ts of history
Everything forthcoming has long-passed, the annuls of time untouched, awaiting notations        

Somewhere in my past, present, future she was, is omnipresent and extinct, lost and loved
Her soul incessantly amalgamating emotions and unimaginable confluences of sensations
Lustrous red locks flow behind her, a plethora of incandescent flames illuminating life
Transcendental green eyes observing everything, nothing and all other transitional formations

The Gods watch the watcher, all requisitioned from interceding between mortal and Queen
Older than the Succubi and the Midnight Children, gifted from Zeus with blinded foresight  
I feel, felt, her benevolent manipulation, warping pasts into futures, disregarding presents
She calls to me, over the centuries, from time immemorial, calls to her soul-twin Knight

Waggy    10.06.2012

(the image - 'Lamia Wanted' ©2010-2012 ~loreelamia )