Where God Sleeps

Where God Sleeps
© Surazeus
2025 01 06

"I want to travel the whole world alone 
with energy of the lake-skipping stone 
to find Cave of Illusions where God sleeps, 
but I get distracted by global leaps 
that leave me baffled on the ocean shore 
where no one ever answers the locked door." 

Mike stares at Jane who smears around her eyes 
ethereal glow of stars that pierce glass skies 
while they sit fishing by the Lake of Dreams, 
so he ponders mad Hamlet and his seems, 
"As if anything we state could be true, 
like why ray scatter makes the sky look blue." 

"My favorite shape," Jane whispers with reserve, 
"is transcendental matrix of the curve 
that sends our bodies twirling in the clouds 
though we shelter our hearts in hungry crowds 
whom you must feed with fish you never catch, 
since we are the perfect romantic match." 

Piercing fish he caught with sharp stick of faith, 
Mike ignores the writhing rainbow-eyed wraith 
that swirls around them on the pebbled beach 
with loyal passion of the psychic leech, 
while Jane twirls slowly around in dream trance, 
and laughs, "Global peace never had a chance." 

"We need more dry wood for the fire," Mike frowns, 
wanders into the woods of faceless clowns, 
and raises axe of Thor to chop the log, 
but pauses to stare at demonic frog 
who tells him, "That axe handle in mid-swing 
remembers the tree where dead angels sing." 

Returning to their campsite by the lake 
where Jane sings, "These faces we wear are fake," 
Mike stokes the fire and roasts the wriggling fish, 
then grins when the turtle tells him her wish 
to be reborn as the language we speak 
which he buried beneath the mountain peak. 

"If you represent God in humble form," 
Mike chats with the turtle while thunder storm 
redesigns their theological truth, 
"then I must be the new messiah sleuth 
foretold by prophecy of the sad clown 
whom we elected mayor of our town." 

"You distract me with your golden fish eyes," 
Jane snuggles with Mike as he feeds her fries, 
"so now I prefer to travel the world 
with you before you play the cosmic herald, 
so I can teach our children how to sing 
without having to wear my magic ring."