After a long hiatus, here is my newest poetic stream of consciousness creation, bringing together my abstract art and abstract words.

Image Source Abstract Image 593 by Bill M. Tracer
Conquests of mad prophets upon us now descend.
They focus on our 2012 to bring a certain end,
Calendars, Alignments, Number Games, Correlations,
The prophets cry, all point to our impending doom,
Impossible to evade, like elephants in the room.
They could not lie, but push humanity into the tomb,
To an end upturning the world we now consume.
Do their prophetic cautions assuage a change of ways?
Or create in us such keenness, to surely bring today
The very doom their visions pretend to warn us away.

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