Free In The Bitter Rain

Free In The Bitter Rain
© Surazeus
2025 03 19

I prowl inside dark mirror of lost time 
to shoot star words at bullseye of my eye 
while dancing the waltz with my loving gun 
who chooses how much angry I should be 
till I fall backward in the flowing stream 
and float while I sing in the bitter rain. 

When I call to my disquieting Muse 
to help me analyze this shocking time 
when traitors and thieves control government, 
she throws me dragon bone of faith to chew, 
so I carve holes to hollow out its core 
and play haunting flute in the bitter rain. 

I dip my hands in fountain of desire 
that nourishes eight billion human souls 
with stirring stories of women and men 
who work together to create free world 
where children of their bodies can live free 
by fighting tyrants in the bitter rain. 

I push against taut walls of the blank book 
to expand conscious awareness of truth 
so I can base fantasy of my mind 
on what is real in swirling of this world, 
perceivable as concepts formed by words, 
so I can fly free in the bitter rain. 

I tell my heart that we will always lose 
every person we love with selfless faith, 
and everything we create with our hands, 
so my heart cries out to the glowing cloud 
with the same brave prayer my ancestors prayed 
while they kneeled on fire in the bitter rain. 

Grand ruins of my castle in tall weeds 
waits mute for me to return from the sea 
and restore crumbling halls to former glory 
so we can gather in candle-lit court 
and sing enchanting hymns to nothingness 
while cannons blast us in the bitter rain. 

Still roaming labyrinth of genetic dreams 
where idols of all my ancestors stand, 
I gather pages of lost memories 
to write new epic of the human tale 
with moist prophet eyes of the weeping god 
whose healing tears flash in the bitter rain. 

At flash of lightning that cracks door of faith 
storm god Odin, wielding Spear of Gungnir, 
emerges from the crumbling hall of stone 
to remove mask of Jesus from his face, 
then lifts holy grail of wine and hails Truth, 
our Goddess who sings in the bitter rain.