Saturday, March 16, 2024

Perfection Of Afternoon Light

Perfection Of Afternoon Light
© Surazeus
2024 03 16

The bumblebee that hovers by my window 
explains perfection of afternoon light 
that sculpts simple beauty of trees and homes, 
and faces of people strolling the street 
as they discuss philosophy of life 
since the serpent lives in the apple tree. 

The serpent that lives in the apple tree 
lays down brambles and jagged shards of glass 
to obstruct my quest searching for true love 
so I transform pain of my heart to song 
that shines in darkness as lamp of new hope 
since the horse gallops on the windy hill. 

The horse that gallops on the windy hill 
reveals the long curling vine of desire 
that blooms with juicy purple grapes of faith 
which zing my brain with visions of delight 
so we dance laughing on the river shore 
since the eagle watches from the tall pine. 

The eagle that watches from the tall pine 
programs computers to obey commands 
which bind eight billion humans in one mind 
as we evolve into global God Brain 
who dreams evolution to wingless angel 
since the lizard lurks in fountain of youth. 

The lizard that lurks in fountain of youth 
defines the heart that explodes as the bomb 
fired by the tyrant in the golden tower 
who tracks our footprints on the sandy dunes 
to conquer paradise of olive trees 
since the camel rules as the wasteland ghost. 

The camel that rules as the wasteland ghost 
operates on cancerous king of the world 
who lies etherized on table of war 
after getting shot by the bold assassin 
who insists that the election was stolen 
since the dragon rises from the oiled sea. 

The dragon that rises from the oiled sea 
performs the rites of spring in Stonehenge ring 
where elves and angels gather to elect 
new Faery Queen to rule the Western World 
from Cave of Dreams on Isle of Avalon 
since the raven controls the television. 

The raven that controls the television 
retrieves Runes from deep Well of Melusine 
so humans have technology of words 
to capture memories of our previous lives 
which our ancestors lived with aching hearts 
since the bumblebee hovers by my window. 


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