Saturday, January 8, 2022

Heal The Psychic Scar

Heal The Psychic Scar
© Surazeus
2022 01 08

Reluctant sorrow of the bleeding moon 
reborn from black hole of the mortal mind 
reveals bold confidence of the blind clown 
who manipulates facts with sleight of hand 
designed to encode truth with social lies 
that radiates fractals to deceive our eyes. 

I sit with Grief in heat of weeping trees 
while books with photos of people I love 
crumble to ashes in my grasping hands 
though violet ache of transcendent seas 
showers my body with rain from clouds above 
through wracking charm of arrogant despair. 

The olive tree outside window of fear 
explodes white blossoms of selfish desire 
to prove the faceless ghost in open door 
calculates how to heal the psychic scar 
when I search for dream books in vast bazaar 
about the Lost Princess of Zathamar. 

On ruins of your empire I will build 
new nation of Zarathia who knows 
all romantic tales born in Buchenwald 
guide lovers to transcend orgasmic phase 
on quest to generate immortal soul 
in wingless angel who dreams the White Whole. 

Alone in Underworld of laughing skulls, 
Orpheus sings heart-breaking hymn of hope 
for ghost of absence haunting doorless halls 
since even wise men will believe the hype 
that civilized man, caught in stormy rains, 
can tame demonic spirit of our brains. 

The Japanese girl in short white-lace skirt, 
with face perfect as statue of Kore, 
who skates on fragile ice of global peace, 
drinks mocha with Orpheus in cafe 
to study prophecies on psychic chart 
drawn by Medea on the Golden Fleece. 

Though Jason never finds the Promised Land, 
since he abandoned on Island of Fools 
the Manic Pixie Dream Girl of the mind, 
he finds job building engines with thought tools 
to zoom around Earth in time-machine car 
in vain search for the road to Zathamar. 

Grief never sits with me by Lake of Dreams 
though I work as financial analyst 
in the bank tower, charging tax for streams 
where fairies singing in the timeless mist 
watch our tragic tales in star-gleaming jewels 
evolve in psychic waves of molecules. 


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