Secret City
By R. Fangler
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Secret City
City-town that sits in mystery
Among the snow capped mountains
Beneath billowing sunlit foothills' glimmer
And as if hidden behind some supernatural veil
Hidden libraries and ancient mortuaries,
weathered cathedrals and abandoned Pentecoastal steeples
Silent whispers speak of untold secrets
of city-town permit all seeking.
Secret city whispers silence as church bells sing their siren
And ancient palms scrape cloudless clime
Lined like headstones under April sky
As if summoned by a faceless force of unseen hand
Finding myself
in the dining room of an occult mansion shrouded in mystery steeped in occult history
I conversed with familiar strangers,
Speaking of synchronicity and the shapeless Masters
“When one door closes another is opened, let me tell you, there are no “accidents”.
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