Everything We Made

Everything We Made
© Surazeus
2017 12 25

When I traverse the misty mountain trail
to see the world that shines beyond the veil
of airy words we speak to beam our thoughts
through boundless space, where gallant astronauts
search bottomless void for the face of God,
who explores the world with his curious squad,
I stumble into ruins of ancient towns
and find skulls of gods still wearing jeweled crowns.

I find carved huge on walls of windy caves
the names of every king who ruled mute slaves
and thought they were the divine sons of gods
till grim death revealed them all to be frauds,
so then I carve in hollow cave of death
the names of common folk with codes of myth
so their good deeds will flash preserved in song
when they shine out among the nameless throng.

I trace the secret songs of streams in books
to praise wise oracles who dream in rooks
so I can calculate the puzzling game
of social interaction through my name
that generates from flowering seeds our soul
we share when dreaming threads of cosmic whole
conspire to weave the tapestry of truth
though I search darkness as the loyal sleuth.

Our nation, who migrated with ideals,
from far across the sea on rolling wheels,
developed from small tribes of farming clans,
who built sea ships and houses with their hands,
into vast empires that span spinning globe
while kings play god in crown and flowing robe,
long before we were born to play our roles
and long after we die achieving goals.

One thousand years after my fathers built
castle towers from bones, that will never tilt
beyond the far horizon of our eyes,
I stand among ruins under empty skies
and feel the aching sadness of their loss
when they worshipped the dead king on the cross,
and search clouds for their faces without names
since everything we made was burned by flames.