Your Body Is Starlight
© Surazeus
2019 01 02
Your body is starlight fooling my eyes
so I walk in mist that mirrors the skies
to sparkle quick atoms inside my veins
that nourish tendrils of galactic nerves
which shimmer me awake in seaside rains
while I explore your sweet terrestrial curves.
Though all our illusions of the world crack
into puzzling fragments from the blank book,
we write new myths of messiahs and clowns
to understand why people fight for power
while our daughters dance in elegant gowns,
and weep for our queen confined to the tower.
Your body pulses with stars of the truth
which transforms me to the messiah sleuth
so I walk beyond bounds of city streets
to find where the sun drowned in war-flame mist
and decode secrets of corporate elites
though blind angels name me their oculist.
I open the blank book of secret lies
to remember why the ghost stole my eyes,
and calculate the measure of our love
supporting steel beams of computer banks
connected by wires in the apple grove
so we ride unicorns to fight their tanks.
This aching sorrow of the silent mist,
that hides where Orpheus and Ophelia kissed,
still animates the way I play my role
in mapping history of the human game
since we all first evolved from the White Whole,
inventing language from the perfect name.
Where sinews of tree roots wrestle with stone,
equal to Prometheus who waits alone,
we stretch our bones on frontier of desire
to stand on margin of strange changing world
and climb hope mountain that rises far higher
than transcendent passion we ache to hold.
Your body is starlight flashing my mind
to reveal why distant stars are aligned
in random array of nebulous code
that calculates weird synergy we need
to leave disaster for the open road,
still bearing with us the last apple seed.
I keep on walking somewhere beyond time
on quest to find the secret of the slime
where we first transformed from the mindless ghost,
but I long sit on rock by gushing stream
to fish for wisdom of the blank signpost
and laugh my truth is nothing but some dream.
© Surazeus
2019 01 02
Your body is starlight fooling my eyes
so I walk in mist that mirrors the skies
to sparkle quick atoms inside my veins
that nourish tendrils of galactic nerves
which shimmer me awake in seaside rains
while I explore your sweet terrestrial curves.
Though all our illusions of the world crack
into puzzling fragments from the blank book,
we write new myths of messiahs and clowns
to understand why people fight for power
while our daughters dance in elegant gowns,
and weep for our queen confined to the tower.
Your body pulses with stars of the truth
which transforms me to the messiah sleuth
so I walk beyond bounds of city streets
to find where the sun drowned in war-flame mist
and decode secrets of corporate elites
though blind angels name me their oculist.
I open the blank book of secret lies
to remember why the ghost stole my eyes,
and calculate the measure of our love
supporting steel beams of computer banks
connected by wires in the apple grove
so we ride unicorns to fight their tanks.
This aching sorrow of the silent mist,
that hides where Orpheus and Ophelia kissed,
still animates the way I play my role
in mapping history of the human game
since we all first evolved from the White Whole,
inventing language from the perfect name.
Where sinews of tree roots wrestle with stone,
equal to Prometheus who waits alone,
we stretch our bones on frontier of desire
to stand on margin of strange changing world
and climb hope mountain that rises far higher
than transcendent passion we ache to hold.
Your body is starlight flashing my mind
to reveal why distant stars are aligned
in random array of nebulous code
that calculates weird synergy we need
to leave disaster for the open road,
still bearing with us the last apple seed.
I keep on walking somewhere beyond time
on quest to find the secret of the slime
where we first transformed from the mindless ghost,
but I long sit on rock by gushing stream
to fish for wisdom of the blank signpost
and laugh my truth is nothing but some dream.
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