Part II: "Now what, now what; Amen"

[Kunoichi the Poet]

...cont'd from Part I

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Me
Sargon's alluvial plains are no match for the empires of Japan's "10.000 Things", united in ecstatic amazement that our souls and bodies would dare fling out and say "Wait a damn minute and just resonate in our aftershock of making all the love for the world", just a timeless series of suspended gamma radiation from our solar Heart Beat telling all else to just damn sit back and complacently admire being tuned out to the tune of our Moon of Desire, told them all to just stop, world, blue cars, lizards and all, just thump in our Waves that heal all the walls eroded and then follow through with promises of wallowing in homages that potently reworded all the sentences aligned, all the sentences align, all the Sentences align, Align, mmm, but they all had to wait in line, wallowing in homages to bring three wise gifts each for our holiest of holies with cherubs dancing saviour songs for Nothing At All Wrong with making love like that, mmm.

He
My God; preach it, sister, save me, Jesus, send the Amens up whichever vine to whichever Top and then back again, screaming Glory Glory Allelujah for the jealous Angels, Demons and Pantheons, All; My God, Damn, said goddam goddam, straight from the Holy Ghost's dropped jaw, goddam!

Me
Go tell it on the mountain but that's preaching to the choirs, go tell it on the oceans, go tell it to all the Moons of all the Souls and/or Systems, listen, just save this sacred for me and I alone, forsake-me-nots, for the sake of all my treasures, make me hear your prayers.

He
Ananael, ananael, apila ananael, and anila, for that matter, all the sanskrits and Enochian secrets go off to chatter, said, shake me down, shake me down, shake me down. You rob Easter Island of all its dead conversations and give them all to me, I have all the linguists at my door wondering what all the What For's are for, I'm shaking in my loots stole straight from all the Viking heimsgarðr, Ragnarok skips a beat and decides to sit this one out for all our screams and shouts, digging ancient languages into your back with my fingers nailing all the choruses in the key of Salvation, holy holy Hell, mmm. Glory, glory, Allelujah for the jealous Angels, Demons and Pantheons, All.

Me
Oh, Hell, you had me at "Come Hither with our passions and stop the world in its tracks", renovating salvation for all it used to want to be, go tell it on the mountains, mmm.

He
Mmm.

Eros and Aphrodite (in unison)
Amen, Amen, Amen.

-N.T. 2010

[Arcadia]

bravo Huinochi!!!!! loved the Amen final: (not sure where they would finally end if they continue talking!!... ). Amazing, beautiful waves!!!!!!!!!

[Doreen Peri]

beautiful writing!... really breathtaking!

[dune]

... digging ancient languages into your back with my fingers nailing all the choruses in the key of Salvation, holy holy Hell, mmm. Glory, glory, Allelujah for the jealous Angels, Demons and Pantheons, All.

Amen.