Saturday, February 24, 2024

Unscale My Soul Eyes

Unscale My Soul Eyes
© Surazeus
2024 02 24

The old gray-haired witch sitting on her porch 
watches arrogant eagles drop truth bombs 
on women and children hiding in church 
who pray for help to gods in empty tombs 
till she turns and grins at me with dream keys 
designed by faith to unscale my soul eyes. 

Handing me ancient scroll that encodes love 
with tales of lovers who generate life, 
the young star-eyed witch of the apple grove 
deceives my memory with old photograph 
that shows us getting married in the maze 
where our blind children unscale my soul eyes. 

Eager to design cathedral of ghosts 
where loyal believers gather to pray, 
the mute wingless witch who treasures what lasts 
rescues me from rage of the happy toy 
with clever riddle of the mystic ruse 
that programs how I unscale my soul eyes. 

The wise handless witch sailing broken boat 
calls me across wide universe of forms 
with mission to explore strange hills of fate 
where peaceful people work on thriving farms 
with respect for the rebel with just cause 
who refuses to unscale my soul eyes. 

The lithe moon-wise witch typing case reports, 
who cultivates style of the renaissance, 
decides to manage market of food carts 
so she can sell trinkets of innocence 
to wealthy guests who attend temple shows 
where I preach lies to unscale my soul eyes. 

Training every man crowned as president, 
who blooms from bloodline of the Holy Grail, 
the lame sun-fooled witch bearing Wisdom Wand 
guides our ship of state to our destined goal 
supporting democratic enterprise 
through vision when I unscale my soul eyes. 

Accepting tax return of the blind seer 
who earned no profit selling prophecies, 
the sad bookless witch who tries to stop war 
searches maps for lands to decolonize 
till her quest is shown on the evening news 
as weird method to unscale my soul eyes. 

The kind heartless witch who cooks our home meals 
sews vast tapestry of our family myth 
depicting how Earth Angels play their roles 
in dream-production machine of the wraith 
because she chose me as her faithful muse 
to transcribe spells that unscale my soul eyes. 


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