Center Of It All

Center Of It All
© Surazeus
2018 12 25

Calm silence at the center of it all
spins spiral filaments of beaming light
to weave my heart in tune with cosmic song
through tapestry of visions on great wall
which generates my power of second sight
so I see matrix of our social throng.
We gather in the hall of ancient tales
to share adventures of our nameless trails.

While we are feasting on cold winter night
I feel disturbance in the cosmic force
as if our spirits writhe in agony
against hard casing masks that bend the light
so through slant beams I seek the pulsing source
mutating souls through vibrant alchemy.
We soar on apogee of hoping wings
that makes us gods who once played games as kings.

I stand before the tree of Saxon tribes
that spreads broad sheltering canopy of peace
and ask the old blind witch for ancient code
so I can join the college of tale scribes
and carve on slabs my epic masterpiece
describing our great quest to pave new road.
We climb dead mountain for the golden fleece
to dance in wild abandon for release.

I decorate the tree with severed heads
and apples stolen from orchard of God
so children can take the presents they need
till all our fantasies are torn to shreds
because our great king is exposed as fraud
who tries to sell us the fertile fruit seed.
We kneel before the manger in the shack
to help the exiled king win his crown back.