Game Of Chess With Death
© Surazeus
2019 01 19
The laughing tornado of happiness
follows closely the quick-eared cat of time
who leads me through the maze of mirror masks
to secret haven on the turtle shell
where we drink milk and watch the sun rise red
so I can play the game of chess with Death.
Blind children write their names on sheets of gold
though church bells ring the time for chanting spells
old as mountains where no angel returns
with flashing diamonds mined from ancient stars
falling bright red across the midnight sky
before I play the game of chess with Death.
The best minds of our generation sit
on couches in glass computerized homes
where angel-headed hipsters discuss facts
about strange forces of society
determined by genetics of our brains
although I play the game of chess with Death.
Transforming from the starry dynamo
that clatters with the machinery of night,
I dance alone in Stonehenge when bright stars
that crystalize matrix of diamond souls
reveal true nature of my secret mind
because I play the game of chess with Death.
I fly the turtle starship through vast web
of shimmering tendrils binding galaxies
in pulsing supercluster spinning wheels
that spiral outward from divine White Whole
to generate my conscious soul from coils
after I play the game of chess with Death.
We walk together on lone country road,
holding hands in timeless glow of the sun,
then I look down at you to see your eyes
gleaming blue as sky after the storm
that weaves lightning into your golden curls,
therefore I play the game of chess with Death.
We will find paradise beyond the ridge
enclosing arid waste land in hill ring
where fountain of youth flows with magic light
to sparkle clear in each cell of our brains
so we remember how each star was born
from hour I play the game of chess with Death.
I run with young Odysseus though dark woods
with spears we forged from cavern of lost souls
to hunt wild board and roast it over flames
then feast with friends in temple of blind pride
and celebrate wound it gouged in my heart,
not why I play the game of chess with Death.
© Surazeus
2019 01 19
The laughing tornado of happiness
follows closely the quick-eared cat of time
who leads me through the maze of mirror masks
to secret haven on the turtle shell
where we drink milk and watch the sun rise red
so I can play the game of chess with Death.
Blind children write their names on sheets of gold
though church bells ring the time for chanting spells
old as mountains where no angel returns
with flashing diamonds mined from ancient stars
falling bright red across the midnight sky
before I play the game of chess with Death.
The best minds of our generation sit
on couches in glass computerized homes
where angel-headed hipsters discuss facts
about strange forces of society
determined by genetics of our brains
although I play the game of chess with Death.
Transforming from the starry dynamo
that clatters with the machinery of night,
I dance alone in Stonehenge when bright stars
that crystalize matrix of diamond souls
reveal true nature of my secret mind
because I play the game of chess with Death.
I fly the turtle starship through vast web
of shimmering tendrils binding galaxies
in pulsing supercluster spinning wheels
that spiral outward from divine White Whole
to generate my conscious soul from coils
after I play the game of chess with Death.
We walk together on lone country road,
holding hands in timeless glow of the sun,
then I look down at you to see your eyes
gleaming blue as sky after the storm
that weaves lightning into your golden curls,
therefore I play the game of chess with Death.
We will find paradise beyond the ridge
enclosing arid waste land in hill ring
where fountain of youth flows with magic light
to sparkle clear in each cell of our brains
so we remember how each star was born
from hour I play the game of chess with Death.
I run with young Odysseus though dark woods
with spears we forged from cavern of lost souls
to hunt wild board and roast it over flames
then feast with friends in temple of blind pride
and celebrate wound it gouged in my heart,
not why I play the game of chess with Death.
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