Thursday, October 18, 2018

Cosmology Of My Heart

Cosmology Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2018 10 18

Too often I gaze down at pools of water
that shimmer on black asphalt of the street
and feel myself fall in that other world
of fantasy reflected by their sheen.

I lose myself in fog of black despair
to float lost on bleak melancholy sea,
and drift nameless beyond my sense of self,
aching to become someone else much better.

But I look up from dream of fantasy
and gaze sharp-eyed at the world that exists
to understand boundaries of ownership
where people claim parcels of land as theirs.

If I owned land I could work with my hands
I could transform it into paradise,
arranging plants in garden of fruit trees
to design cosmology of my heart.

I must escape from fantasy of hope
that traps me in dark labyrinth of desire
so I can explore real world that exists
and work for land I can mold with my hands.

Instead of kings giving plots of lush land
to loyal followers who help them reign,
now law courts manage deeds of ownership
so people can buy land to build safe home.

The blue of the sky I see in road pools
shimmers so deep in my paralyzed heart
I feel eternity suspend my soul
till I laugh at absurdity of fear.

Though all the best land along river shores
has been claimed by people who came before,
I will build paradise from the waste land
to design cosmology of my heart.

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