Saturday, January 1, 2022

Where Dead Gods Dream

Where Dead Gods Dream
© Surazeus
2022 01 01

Soft ancient sorrow of the silver rain 
soothes aching ennui of my fractured heart 
with subtle flavor of indifferent juice 
that poisons this divine authority 
I dare defy at blasting of steel guns 
gleaming shards of ten thousand shattered suns. 

Through sunless ruins of cathedral halls 
the boy who bears scroll of the broken seal, 
where prophecies of truth are writ in blood, 
maps weird confusing maze of faceless doors 
so tourists from small-town America 
can find the musty tombs where dead gods dream. 

Excessive wisdom of the burning bush, 
woven by formulas that measure why, 
veils weird essential truth of molecules 
which spiral coils of genes in throbbing brains 
preserving memes that record in myth code 
proverbs that guide how robots play their roles. 

The white-furred kitten with emerald eyes 
lies on her back on table with old books 
to dream of running in light-shadowed woods 
so I lightly caress her small curled paw 
while pondering mystery of our universe 
and drink apple juice by light of the moon. 

While I explore perimeter of truth 
to find expanding excess of dark hate 
lost children gather on the river shore 
with food they gather from abundant woods 
to prepare grand feast in temple of ghosts 
where Apollo sings with his broken lyre. 

The life of our children I dream in shade 
unfolds in tandem with the lightning strike 
that illuminates souls of prisoners 
who weep in concentration camps of hope 
for salvation from tyrannical greed 
that motivates priests who program our minds. 

Snow flakes arouse strange beauty of blue skies 
where wingless angels dance on swirling clouds 
so pretty news anchor with beaming smile 
may place laurel crown on head of the bard 
who recites epic of philosophers 
so orphans may aspire to change the world. 

Where Alph the sacred river of dream code 
sparkles in cavern of forgotten gods 
will I sit at round table of lost tales 
to record noble deeds of the nameless fools 
who dare defy the tyrant on his throne 
that gleams shards of ten thousand shattered suns. 


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