Last Raindrop In My Eye
© Surazeus
2018 05 17
When I find the last Angel Gabriel dead
in the House of Mirrors with twisted wings
and broken broomstick carved from Tree of Life,
I weave ten thousand rainbows from the sea
to wire his brain with sparkling galaxies
which reveals why time flashes light on lakes.
The little girl with three eyes enters hall
of singing statues to open locked doors
till she finds inside the skull of Orpheus
small crystal ball which reveals to her eyes
every dream anyone has ever dreamed
since the comet wiped out the dinosaurs.
The snow-white cat with eyes blue as sea ice
sits on my chest with small paw on my chin
after I wake from ten-million-year sleep
and explains how the universe was born
from the laughing eyeball who invents names
from the sound of waves slithering on gold sand.
Following the trail of feathers he lost
when Gabriel fell from high cracked bridge of ice,
I climb winding trails among whispering pines
in Huangshan mountain range past jagged peaks
to ruins of some ancient goddess temple
where I gaze down on sparkling Sea of Clouds.
Floating in Nine Dragon Waterfall pool,
I dream about weird history of our world
and see in sparkling waters winding trail
that every creature who has ever lived
trod in their journey through landscape of hope,
till I become their sunlight on your water.
Hungry for Peach of Immortality,
I search every city Shanghai to Paris
to find Kwan Yin in the public library
in northern river town where I was born,
so she dips brush in blood of murdered women
and paints surreal poems on my tranquil face.
The Mirror of All Faces, which reveals
personality mask everyone wears
after they leave bedroom of solitude,
conceals strange new face I will wear next year
when I leap crumbling wall of paradise
to climb the Pyramid of Special People.
Rain falls on my head while I walk alone
among trees that grow from your broken hearts
so I gather seeds of hope from blind eyes
and plant apple trees on wild river shore
where horses gallop faster than the wind,
and capture the last raindrop in my eye.
Each time I meet the person on the road,
who knows the name my mother gave me first,
I open my mouth to give birth to stars
but bees emerge and swarm the singing statue
of the Faceless God everybody worships
to make books of poems in sweet honeycombs.
I walk toward Kwan Yin on high pedestal
and smile like the rainbow after storm rain
but she launches swift rocket of ambition
to soar over cities on dragon wings,
taking me to garden of Elysium
where she puts my brain in sleek robot body.
Though you cannot follow trail of lost words,
I drop like bed crumbs in forest of myth,
I run beyond the crowded urban zone
to write novels about poor hungry people
who work two jobs to pay the rent and eat
while the rich dance around bonfire of vanities.
Can you taste the last raindrop in my eye
which contains entire universe of stars
where zillions of souls just like you and me
stand on zillions of planets in vast space
and sing countless variants of this song
which beams across mute void to touch my heart?
© Surazeus
2018 05 17
When I find the last Angel Gabriel dead
in the House of Mirrors with twisted wings
and broken broomstick carved from Tree of Life,
I weave ten thousand rainbows from the sea
to wire his brain with sparkling galaxies
which reveals why time flashes light on lakes.
The little girl with three eyes enters hall
of singing statues to open locked doors
till she finds inside the skull of Orpheus
small crystal ball which reveals to her eyes
every dream anyone has ever dreamed
since the comet wiped out the dinosaurs.
The snow-white cat with eyes blue as sea ice
sits on my chest with small paw on my chin
after I wake from ten-million-year sleep
and explains how the universe was born
from the laughing eyeball who invents names
from the sound of waves slithering on gold sand.
Following the trail of feathers he lost
when Gabriel fell from high cracked bridge of ice,
I climb winding trails among whispering pines
in Huangshan mountain range past jagged peaks
to ruins of some ancient goddess temple
where I gaze down on sparkling Sea of Clouds.
Floating in Nine Dragon Waterfall pool,
I dream about weird history of our world
and see in sparkling waters winding trail
that every creature who has ever lived
trod in their journey through landscape of hope,
till I become their sunlight on your water.
Hungry for Peach of Immortality,
I search every city Shanghai to Paris
to find Kwan Yin in the public library
in northern river town where I was born,
so she dips brush in blood of murdered women
and paints surreal poems on my tranquil face.
The Mirror of All Faces, which reveals
personality mask everyone wears
after they leave bedroom of solitude,
conceals strange new face I will wear next year
when I leap crumbling wall of paradise
to climb the Pyramid of Special People.
Rain falls on my head while I walk alone
among trees that grow from your broken hearts
so I gather seeds of hope from blind eyes
and plant apple trees on wild river shore
where horses gallop faster than the wind,
and capture the last raindrop in my eye.
Each time I meet the person on the road,
who knows the name my mother gave me first,
I open my mouth to give birth to stars
but bees emerge and swarm the singing statue
of the Faceless God everybody worships
to make books of poems in sweet honeycombs.
I walk toward Kwan Yin on high pedestal
and smile like the rainbow after storm rain
but she launches swift rocket of ambition
to soar over cities on dragon wings,
taking me to garden of Elysium
where she puts my brain in sleek robot body.
Though you cannot follow trail of lost words,
I drop like bed crumbs in forest of myth,
I run beyond the crowded urban zone
to write novels about poor hungry people
who work two jobs to pay the rent and eat
while the rich dance around bonfire of vanities.
Can you taste the last raindrop in my eye
which contains entire universe of stars
where zillions of souls just like you and me
stand on zillions of planets in vast space
and sing countless variants of this song
which beams across mute void to touch my heart?
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