For a subliminal time only
it’s here
Neverland’s
lucid New Romanticism
replete with pricks, needles and pines
bespeaking Pagan Renaissance Nouveau
a movement that will start in your vowels
and end in your Oh’s
especially suggested
for those soft in the center
childlike hearts
who idle away precious hours
forget-me-notting the moon as their
true blue valentine
or scissoring bits and pieces
of the sun to include in their sacred text
those who
in their manic glee
and state of psychic undress
frighten the hell out of the armorly clothed
status quo
that’s right
for a liminal time only
the bated fall
and leavened rise
of a soulfired calling
can be yours
because
as a goldenbrowed gent
of rosicrucian disposition
once said
Unless you are transformed
and become as little children
you shall not enter the kingdom
of heaven.
Hurry now, act fast!
Haha, this is wonderful
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