Prophecy or Poetry

From yesterday's earthquakes coming in hollow horizons

In my soul or yours

Not the land mirrored west

White robes and flowers dawn eternal

Is that a rumble in the shadow of my aura

Or a flip flop on tomorrow

For better winds

Sail west

In a land of blonde gypsies

The earth will shake

Makes two

Nothing to prepare for

Where the earth is broken already

To the west of homeland

Dividius predictum is given

Two structures opposing yet supporting

Will the corner break

Will the surface open there too

If numbers form a riddle

Dates matter

Secundo dimidium prophetiae

A rapturous tide awaits for those who hate

For those who love a morning dove

Tread carefully callers now

For tomorrow may be the bough

Like white stone the soul's growth

That only light can mold to form

Remember the precipice people

Is the steeple

There is no more sleep

For future's tomorrow

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