Elegant Spy Of Paris
© Surazeus
2018 04 18
"I am not the God you are looking for,"
exclaims the ancient man inside the door,
who molds new pair of eyes for the young girl
so she can see shapes in the color blur.
She stands outside house where her mother died
and sings about the angel that she spied
fly across the vast sky on wings of fire,
breathing words till her spirit ascends higher.
The smiling man from the shadow appears,
attempting to smooth-talk away her fears,
but she sees his hate in the mirror eye
so she transforms to play elegant spy.
She follows the trail that Baudelaire blazed
to Symbol Forest where she stands amazed
at sight of thirteen swans dancing ballet,
so she sings at every Paris cafe.
The smiling man tries to steal her heart key
so she swipes his knife, hoping to break free,
but he flees at the flash of her sharp blade,
leaving her to weep in the cherry glade.
She finds the ancient man in broken rock
who gives her his crystal conceptual clock
that reveals when the universe was born
at the first flash of the atomic horn.
She takes the soul seed of the last dying god
and programs my dreams with poetic code
then generates my body from her faith
so I become the spell-enchanting wraith.
"You are now the God I am looking for,"
she sings in wild waves on the ocean shore,
and molds new pair of eyes for me to dream
how mankind evolves up the river stream.
© Surazeus
2018 04 18
"I am not the God you are looking for,"
exclaims the ancient man inside the door,
who molds new pair of eyes for the young girl
so she can see shapes in the color blur.
She stands outside house where her mother died
and sings about the angel that she spied
fly across the vast sky on wings of fire,
breathing words till her spirit ascends higher.
The smiling man from the shadow appears,
attempting to smooth-talk away her fears,
but she sees his hate in the mirror eye
so she transforms to play elegant spy.
She follows the trail that Baudelaire blazed
to Symbol Forest where she stands amazed
at sight of thirteen swans dancing ballet,
so she sings at every Paris cafe.
The smiling man tries to steal her heart key
so she swipes his knife, hoping to break free,
but he flees at the flash of her sharp blade,
leaving her to weep in the cherry glade.
She finds the ancient man in broken rock
who gives her his crystal conceptual clock
that reveals when the universe was born
at the first flash of the atomic horn.
She takes the soul seed of the last dying god
and programs my dreams with poetic code
then generates my body from her faith
so I become the spell-enchanting wraith.
"You are now the God I am looking for,"
she sings in wild waves on the ocean shore,
and molds new pair of eyes for me to dream
how mankind evolves up the river stream.
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