Nostra-Rogus Speaks: Predictions?
by Roger Neville-Neil
From Aural Innovations #17 (September 2001)
Like a pool of milk
creeping across midnight skies
a saucer of souls
Blinded by the light
suddenly sailing in fright
like a deer in the night
People don't believe
they only wish to deceive
themselves and others
Above the world
circling the mountaintops
aerie eagle eyes
Sunbeams in dark skies
honey on blackberry jam
in yellow jackets
Gold and silver stars
shining by day and by night
pooling their rich light
White marshmallow foam
topping chocolate mountains
with full lunar domes
Silver feathers
floating over pastel seas
reflecting in a breeze
Water from the land
fire from the atmosphere
knowledge from restraint
Bleached ivory trees
all along the timberline
like driftwood in ice
Early morning lies
they're just sprawling across the bed
chasing idle dreams
A camera bulb flash
exploding into flower
lightning and shadows
-Nostra-Rogus 2001 A.D.
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