wake up, woke

broken wire,

barbed,

but ineffective

they still get through it

or cut it clean

following broken dreams,

turning to nightmares, . . .

. . empty streets

but for the homeless,

mentally weirded out,

people

with no where to go,

followed by rows,

and rows of moving

cars

heading nowheres

cracked asphalt,

crooked poles,

splintered,

no paint,

. . . just raw,

sun bleached,

sun baked,

dried out,

dead,

wood,

bearing sagging,

ragged,

spliced wire,

centuries old,

carrying voltages

at the speed of light,

ready to break,

bound to tear,

at the next

ground shake

beneath them

them,

the rubber soled feet,

the street feet

the bare,

bruised,

soiled,

battered,

abused feet,

of some humans,

with no cars

. . . the sun darkened,

a few days ago

hidden by our moon

made a cross

at a special intersection

across our America,

. . . seems like an ubiquitous

world event,

to the naked eye,

'cause

it seems,

seemingly,

nothing happened

/but it did, . .

. . . the spiritual denizens

of that realm

will tell you

it did,

/if you open your ears

and tune your soul

in with it,

it did,

just wait

for the delayed outcomes/

seems nothing happened

but it did,

in that unseen reality

/more to come in a few days

more rumbling

more shaking

intensifying . . .

people go

to and fro . . .

now,

i look past a clear vision,

now,

of all things,

it comes

out of the blue,

. .'. a hummingbird,

in what seems,

a stationary, oxymoronic flight,

that is,

suspended,

its wings beating

at 600 cycles per second,

at the divine,

flowering head

of its mother plant

the sight,

the phenomenon,

inexplicably,

impossible to define

my eyes,

are subconsciously attuned now,

they dreamily flow to another,

magnificent field,

its close proximity of sight

blurs to the distance

by involuntary muscles

brain and mind,

leading to,

a portal's entrance

unto infinity,

to that of close

proximity's future,

our short lifespan,

though hazy, . . .

it is like looking through

a smoky mirror, . . .

. . i see many teetering

and falling,

some rise

some for to never again

rise,

but fall for eternity,

treachery

their own chosen doom, . . .

/the eclipse,

it's effects

are not over/

i see they followed the wrong roads

that led to destruction,

hurting their,

unawares,

innocent,

fellow humans

y' know, , . .

why of course,

y' know,

since the annals

of recorded

and beginning

unrecorded time, . . .

greed,

lust for,

unearned riches,

thefts,

grafts,

lies,

things that kill the soul,

ever of the possessor,

y' see

with me,

through the mirror

of the now,

see clearly,

feel,

a new dawning

one that culminates

with many red sea

moments

globally,

many cries of pain,

many of joy,

but for those that crossed over

the tide of warnings

and heeded the mighty

biblical word of God,

written for all mankind,

still here,

still available,

so's Jesus

go to him now

he calls you

you shouldn't refuse,

that,

the crooked will be made straight

the portals will open

those of heaven,

not for the the likes

of those of Cern

demonic machine,

looking for God particles

finding instead,

anarchistic

luciferian dimensions,

. . . but of the likes of,

for the likes of,

your Lord,

yes,

your creator,

his love for you,

magnificent,

his kingdom come,

on earth,

as it is

in heaven

yes,

in our lifetime,

we will see,

between now

and november,

earth shaking

supernatural events

that will wake up

the woke

and make satan's kingdom

tremble