College Of Blind Sleuths
© Surazeus
2018 12 18
Since mist is listening to my aching heart
then we shall meet at midnight by the pole
where laughing children still play hide and seek
so when you hear the owl hoot in the dark
you will receive my message from the stars
that shimmers in the hush of passing cars.
Soft pulse of atoms in my flashing blood
conceals sweet agony I feel for you
though we must package in the pretty box
our secret feelings for the faceless love
who cannot comprehend the pattern why
I still am falling from your empty sky.
With broken wings tucked under long black coat
I walk the waste land where the thunder looms
but never says the reason for the crash
when fractured mirror of my honest heart
reveals the puzzle of your muffled dreams
that float away with leaves on careless streams.
You open every door to find my face
but strange elusive sorrow of the clouds
accepts defeat before the present comes
on sailing ship across the restless sea
though every angel in the glass hall sings
however far I go to find new wings.
Beside piano of my crystal mask
I wait for summer rain to make it known
that every child with heart of broken stone
will find the river in the singing trees
yet still I hesitate in silent door
to find the spiral of the solar core.
Beyond the window of your fragile eyes
I know the lost code of your hungry heart
so when I bring the apple of the moon
you can at last remember my true name
although we allocate the ocean tune
to arbitrate the treasure of false fame.
With floating bells of every town repealed
she will explain how justice was concealed
since all the children without eyes return
on fractured boats to navigate the stream
which fountains from the fissure of my soul
when I embody flash of the White Whole.
Thus from the abyss of the blissful sea
we rise at dawn to eat the fruit of life
which wakens knowledge in our tangled brains
to conjure model of the teeming world
so we can navigate the game of myths
decoded by the college of blind sleuths.
Straight through the corridor of fragile masks
I follow whisper of the holy ghost
who teaches how to form new life from seed
of fallen angels crawling from the mud
since we are strange embodied swirls of light
who long to soar on wings of second sight.
Wild laughing wind from jagged peak of ice
hard buffets spirit of the wandering fool
who peers for guidance in the glittering jewel
where vision of creation flashes clear
each time he gazes in its sparkling heart
to understand her navigation chart.
From cities of machines in steel-glass towers
the blind inspector climbs high rugged slope
beyond perimeter of social laws
to find the entrance to the underworld
where cave of shadows flickers ancient dreams
since we evolved in gushing mountain streams.
Down secret cavern of the sparkling lake,
the curious sleuth with old stringless guitar
descends from crowded stage of national fame
to search for blinded Muse of ancient spells
who mumbles riddles in the sunless dark
how we are spirits of the spinning quark.
Strange madness of the city street explains
rude algorithm through the skeleton
who dances on the shadow of my grave
so I will know the road of fate to blaze
by singing omens when I paint road signs
that show the way beyond the Gates of Heaven.
I kneel beside the fallen Muse at dawn
who gazes in my soul with sky-blue eyes
beneath the Eden Tree of Life where Death
breathes ancient spirit of her melodies,
who places hand on anguish of my heart
to bind new spell so we may never part.
She walks beside me in the timeless light
on signless road far outside paradise,
yet when I gaze in hollow of her mind
I see huge galaxies spiral through space
that reveals structure weaving our White Whole
which proves we are tendrils of one weird soul.
We walk together in soft sparkling mist
ten thousand years from sea to shining sea
to build new homes on every river shore
where children of our spirits sing each day,
connecting every town on Mother Earth
in vibrant process of spirit rebirth.
Thus from the chaos of the singing sea
we rise at dawn to eat the fruit of life
which wakens wisdom in our woven brains
to conjure model of the teeming world
so we can navigate the game of myths
decoded by the college of blind sleuths.
© Surazeus
2018 12 18
Since mist is listening to my aching heart
then we shall meet at midnight by the pole
where laughing children still play hide and seek
so when you hear the owl hoot in the dark
you will receive my message from the stars
that shimmers in the hush of passing cars.
Soft pulse of atoms in my flashing blood
conceals sweet agony I feel for you
though we must package in the pretty box
our secret feelings for the faceless love
who cannot comprehend the pattern why
I still am falling from your empty sky.
With broken wings tucked under long black coat
I walk the waste land where the thunder looms
but never says the reason for the crash
when fractured mirror of my honest heart
reveals the puzzle of your muffled dreams
that float away with leaves on careless streams.
You open every door to find my face
but strange elusive sorrow of the clouds
accepts defeat before the present comes
on sailing ship across the restless sea
though every angel in the glass hall sings
however far I go to find new wings.
Beside piano of my crystal mask
I wait for summer rain to make it known
that every child with heart of broken stone
will find the river in the singing trees
yet still I hesitate in silent door
to find the spiral of the solar core.
Beyond the window of your fragile eyes
I know the lost code of your hungry heart
so when I bring the apple of the moon
you can at last remember my true name
although we allocate the ocean tune
to arbitrate the treasure of false fame.
With floating bells of every town repealed
she will explain how justice was concealed
since all the children without eyes return
on fractured boats to navigate the stream
which fountains from the fissure of my soul
when I embody flash of the White Whole.
Thus from the abyss of the blissful sea
we rise at dawn to eat the fruit of life
which wakens knowledge in our tangled brains
to conjure model of the teeming world
so we can navigate the game of myths
decoded by the college of blind sleuths.
Straight through the corridor of fragile masks
I follow whisper of the holy ghost
who teaches how to form new life from seed
of fallen angels crawling from the mud
since we are strange embodied swirls of light
who long to soar on wings of second sight.
Wild laughing wind from jagged peak of ice
hard buffets spirit of the wandering fool
who peers for guidance in the glittering jewel
where vision of creation flashes clear
each time he gazes in its sparkling heart
to understand her navigation chart.
From cities of machines in steel-glass towers
the blind inspector climbs high rugged slope
beyond perimeter of social laws
to find the entrance to the underworld
where cave of shadows flickers ancient dreams
since we evolved in gushing mountain streams.
Down secret cavern of the sparkling lake,
the curious sleuth with old stringless guitar
descends from crowded stage of national fame
to search for blinded Muse of ancient spells
who mumbles riddles in the sunless dark
how we are spirits of the spinning quark.
Strange madness of the city street explains
rude algorithm through the skeleton
who dances on the shadow of my grave
so I will know the road of fate to blaze
by singing omens when I paint road signs
that show the way beyond the Gates of Heaven.
I kneel beside the fallen Muse at dawn
who gazes in my soul with sky-blue eyes
beneath the Eden Tree of Life where Death
breathes ancient spirit of her melodies,
who places hand on anguish of my heart
to bind new spell so we may never part.
She walks beside me in the timeless light
on signless road far outside paradise,
yet when I gaze in hollow of her mind
I see huge galaxies spiral through space
that reveals structure weaving our White Whole
which proves we are tendrils of one weird soul.
We walk together in soft sparkling mist
ten thousand years from sea to shining sea
to build new homes on every river shore
where children of our spirits sing each day,
connecting every town on Mother Earth
in vibrant process of spirit rebirth.
Thus from the chaos of the singing sea
we rise at dawn to eat the fruit of life
which wakens wisdom in our woven brains
to conjure model of the teeming world
so we can navigate the game of myths
decoded by the college of blind sleuths.
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