Chess At The Genoma Poem by John Duffy

Part 1
The Travellers Diary

(A lone voice whispers)

With loud firm reverberating knocks

Which sang out aloud like a rock star's edgy symphony of

Boom boom boom

On my spirits dividing wooded door
Between my two guiding Jack and Jill rooms

The Consciousness
And The Unconsciousness

I heard your heart call
Like a softly whispered echo

Of a sweet mysterious kiss

Sent to Me at midnight
In the low hours

As I wandered
Into my grand realms

My own Holy See
With the power
Of my spirit

To somewhere
So sacrosanct

Unknown to some or most
Especially those
Lost late-night ghosts

Who stalk and wander like lonely sheep

Only to be captured by tentacles of broken-down dreams

When found

In sleep's many lucid
Playgrounds

And fluctuating streams

To the center of the Constellation Reticulum

I traversed

A secret place
Called The Genoma

A Universe
Within a Universe

Known only to perhaps
The initiated Tibetan

The now-deceased author who died

After penning
The great book

The Third Eye

Published in 1956
Called Tuesday Lobsang Rampa

A weightless place
Where I play seventh-level chess

With him
Grandmaster Morpheus Immortal

The King who helps mold and create all stanzas

Where I move him to tears
With my pale face

Beyond all mortal comprehension

As I move my Royal piece
Crowned with golden and silver leaves

Watching her stand
Tall and Proud

In front of all those things gathered around

Still
But hidden in those shadows
Bending low

By the shimmering blue portal

A familiar place
I wish to go

And with cold immortal hands
I always slowly gesture

Like the great showman
Phineas Taylor Barnum

And mouth
Checkmate

For it's a game to barter
To dream but of you

The crow-haired girl
Blessed with those thrilling dark eyes

To die for

And such enticing spiritual treasures
Beyond earthly measure

For which my soul pines for
And cries

A true queen who holds me in perpetual bondage

When in dreamland

For high mountains
Life and tragic circumstances

As wide-ranging
As a lone eagle flies

Prevented us
Within real life to dance

So I always listen for your heart's loud knocks

To summon me to your spontaneously beautiful worlds


Like when Captain Kirk
On Star Trek

The Original Series

Called out

For the many forms of Joseph Ruskin or even Spock

To appear

For even though
The night sky
Over us

Will eventually pass

Wherever we lay under the twinkling stars

Separated but
So far away

Just mere atoms
Swept up in the Universes
Ever moving dust

Always think of me
Wherever you are

Especially before you sleep

For I always pray to beat Morpheus at chess

If only for another chance
To look into those dark pools

That many souls would love to get lost in

It's what drives me
To win

Making Morpheus
The Grandmaster Immortal

Suddenly stand up
So abruptly and say

Causing all the intricate pieces to quickly fall away

Ok
You win

She's over there
Go through that blue portal

She's sitting on a soft yellow bed of hay
Playing a golden guitar

As a stunning horse looks over yonder way

So
Go through
You win again

For three's a crowd

Go see your
Twin flame

For an hour or two

Reborn
From The Realms of No Name

Who's heart knocks so loudly
It shouldn't be allowed

And I'll see you tomorrow night

And so I go

Part 2

Grandmaster Morpheus
Silent Thoughts

What a fool
I've played with

Using my stupid spoon
As always

To continue my right

To hold him in my steely grip of perpetual bondage

Another prisoner to the eternal heart of my beloved Lucinda

It's why I just love to lose
In this and any age

To enjoy the exquisite smell and luscious taste of their divine delicious aura

As they all take plight

Spellbound by the clutches of love
And bound for all eternity

To always chase and adore her



(C)
Copyright John Duffy