Personality Of Naked Hope
© Surazeus
2019 02 21
Each personality of naked hope
who falls out of the book remembers why
we had to drive all night to the black lake
to look for eyes we never knew we had
although to look at him I think he might
know why we will all die before our time.
Quick torque of tight transcendent truth recoils
spiral engine of my faith-beating heart
so I can leap beyond your prison wall
and escape duties you assigned my role
before I was born based on high degree
of rich attainment my father acquired.
Strange concepts extend along filaments
of tangled words everyone speaks at once
to weave in tapestry of flashing film
endless epic of superhuman tales
that analyze how we evolved this way
as characters stored on shelves of the church.
If you want basic information, search
your dictionary-cluttered brain to find
strict formulas for psychedelic flight
when we all turn into white butterflies
and ascend glass escalator to Heaven
where I play chess with Death to save your souls.
Tops of trees translate whispered words of fear
into scathing jokes that truth-preachers tell
in shaman trance on stage of pyramid
to calculate how birds fly grid of clouds
so we can prophesy what candidate
will win the next election for World King.
Of all the hundred-trillion puzzling ways
to organize these words, so your blank brain
perceives flashing visions that explain how
our universe evolves from swirling thoughts,
this moment mirrors most myopically
intellectual insight from the White Whole.
Child Albert to the dark tower of Rapunzel
returns each day to climb the golden ladder
and sit with her at table by the window
to sip hot chocolate with ginger tea
and discuss secret of reincarnation
that she saw written on strange flashing stars.
Swift skipping music of red ocean waves
that flash through mirror windows of the soul
expands my futile consciousness to trust
complete encyclopedia through our feet
explored, since lightning-bright storm clouds reveal
stairway to Heaven that leads me to you.
Although I fall off invincible eye
of blazing sky where God still watches me,
I climb high mountain beyond city streets
and sit by waterfall of ancient truth
to hear every singing prophet express
conceptual angst of ennui for true love.
Each time I pause in labyrinth of world myths,
and wait for you to catch up to my point
in spinning process of evolving change,
you vanish through ten thousand mirror doors
to become me when I see my true self
clear in behavior of your private play.
© Surazeus
2019 02 21
Each personality of naked hope
who falls out of the book remembers why
we had to drive all night to the black lake
to look for eyes we never knew we had
although to look at him I think he might
know why we will all die before our time.
Quick torque of tight transcendent truth recoils
spiral engine of my faith-beating heart
so I can leap beyond your prison wall
and escape duties you assigned my role
before I was born based on high degree
of rich attainment my father acquired.
Strange concepts extend along filaments
of tangled words everyone speaks at once
to weave in tapestry of flashing film
endless epic of superhuman tales
that analyze how we evolved this way
as characters stored on shelves of the church.
If you want basic information, search
your dictionary-cluttered brain to find
strict formulas for psychedelic flight
when we all turn into white butterflies
and ascend glass escalator to Heaven
where I play chess with Death to save your souls.
Tops of trees translate whispered words of fear
into scathing jokes that truth-preachers tell
in shaman trance on stage of pyramid
to calculate how birds fly grid of clouds
so we can prophesy what candidate
will win the next election for World King.
Of all the hundred-trillion puzzling ways
to organize these words, so your blank brain
perceives flashing visions that explain how
our universe evolves from swirling thoughts,
this moment mirrors most myopically
intellectual insight from the White Whole.
Child Albert to the dark tower of Rapunzel
returns each day to climb the golden ladder
and sit with her at table by the window
to sip hot chocolate with ginger tea
and discuss secret of reincarnation
that she saw written on strange flashing stars.
Swift skipping music of red ocean waves
that flash through mirror windows of the soul
expands my futile consciousness to trust
complete encyclopedia through our feet
explored, since lightning-bright storm clouds reveal
stairway to Heaven that leads me to you.
Although I fall off invincible eye
of blazing sky where God still watches me,
I climb high mountain beyond city streets
and sit by waterfall of ancient truth
to hear every singing prophet express
conceptual angst of ennui for true love.
Each time I pause in labyrinth of world myths,
and wait for you to catch up to my point
in spinning process of evolving change,
you vanish through ten thousand mirror doors
to become me when I see my true self
clear in behavior of your private play.
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