Saturday, March 23, 2024

Mountain Of My Heart

Mountain Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2024 03 23

When I shoulder huge mountain of the world 
to transcend limitations nature welds, 
I shall become great mountain of my heart 
insurmountable by closed gangs of thieves 
who declare themselves rulers of the land 
by crushing all those who oppose their will. 

Two men in shadow of the Golden Tower 
shake hands to cement secret business deal 
that gives them rights to build the railroad tracks 
which link their factories and grocery stores 
while marble statue of the goddess glows 
in sunlight stripping time of truth once real. 

Blind Orphan on the ship of leaking tears 
sails boldly toward glass planet of wild wolves 
to find in city of the weeping clown 
one-legged ballet dancer he adores 
who still performs sad tale of her rebirth 
after wild flood swept her out to the sea. 

Old priest who chants in the Orthodox Church 
finds Green-tailed Towhee chirping in his beard, 
so at round table on the river shore 
he grumbles with misery of rotten angst 
about cruel weirdness of life-spinning Earth 
that recycles our bodies through the dirt. 

Shouting absurd riddles at the oak tree 
where ravens play chess with arrogant pigs, 
old priest writes lyrics for grunge-metal song 
sparked by dream engine of his hungry brain 
to code prophetic vision of world war 
with words discarded in trash can of fear. 

Clay face of the Proud Duchess sliced in half 
reveals silver sleigh bells with turtle eyes 
that see King Lear serve tea on beach sand dunes 
to thirty mermaids singing each to each 
while sailors hold flowers outside the church 
where one-legged children of war play chase. 

Electric lilies spiral from phone lines 
to channel voices of the faceless dead 
who gossip about the slender blonde girl 
who walks the red brick road of Everywhere 
to apple grove where Bacchus rides the goat 
with plan to play piano of the mind. 

Curly-haired girl with twinkling silver eyes 
on Flying Book with paper-angel wings 
soars down from Heaven on bright rainbow beam 
to give me book of epic poem I write 
by dipping raven quill in dragon blood 
for souls who dance on mountain of my heart. 


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