Friday, February 2, 2018

Vision Of Miranda

Vision Of Miranda
© Surazeus
2018 02 02

The sweet beautiful blonde angelic girls
who vanished in picnic at Hanging Rock
did not transcend the sorrows of this world
or dwell forever in lush paradise,
singing with angels or eating ripe fruit,
though I see them this way in my day dreams.

Those beautiful girls were kidnapped by men
riding horses who took them to the outback
and made them cook oatmeal and wash their clothes,
but they died in painful throes of childbirth,
so their children ran wild in the waste land,
eating wongan and wrestling crocodiles.

The pretty daughter with eyes blue as ice
married the crocodile man with angel wings
and gave birth to thirteen children who died
except the youngest boy whom she named Max,
so she scooped water from the well of songs
and showed him how to see the future past.

When gangsters ran over his wife and child,
Mad Max became the Messiah of Gas
and ruled the waste land with the turning wheel,
racing swiftly through the labyrinth of lies
to bring the message of water to mankind
who dance singing in the wind of despair.

Leading daughters of Artemis to war,
Mad Max ascends the pyramid of Khufu
where Sophis meditates on flying saucer
which he glides around spinning globe of souls
to teach us the mystery of pulsing atoms
which flash bright energy inside our brains.

While wandering the waste land of my dreams,
I meet Miranda floating in the stars,
effulgent shadow radiating wisdom,
whose blazing eyes reveal vast universe
that shimmers in the neurons of my brain,
and I wake just as she kisses my mind.

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