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Friday, December 12, 2025

Play Orpheus Psychopomp

Play Orpheus Psychopomp
© Surazeus
2025 12 12

About as subtle as hammer of hope, 
my heart beats wild with speculative faith 
that delusions of hope and faith dissolve 
at shocking vision of the bloody sword 
that emerges from my Chaldean Star 
each time I need to understand the Why. 

Though I inhale celestial god of light 
to energize my body with intent, 
I analyze progressive quest for faith 
that beams as moonlight through tangled tree limbs 
each time I need to understand how come 
time breaks organic bodies into shards. 

If I emerge from veil of apple leaves 
to observe situation of concern, 
I measure distance to the danger zone 
each time I need to understand how far 
my body falls from cloud of innocence 
though I grasp at feathered wings of blind gods. 

So I approach gold idol of the king 
that shines with beauty at the fear-locked gate 
each time I need to understand how long 
Death takes to tally names of hungry folk 
trapped inside ancient walls of paradise 
till tyrant on fake throne falls over dead. 

I spread angelic wings of brave esteem 
each time I need to understand how high 
palace of achievement looms above me 
because I strive to earn fame-forged award 
through bright apotheosis of my soul 
till I tumble wingless down to the Earth. 

Each time I need to understand my heart 
I stand on breathless plain of everywhere 
and cry out to blind angels on bright clouds 
for dream-key to unlock huge gates of Hell 
so I can play Orpheus psychopomp 
who leads mine slaves back home to Liberty. 

Each time I need to understand the world 
I map features on landscape of its form 
in virtual world that programs how my brain 
perceives social functions of the real world 
stratified as radiant layers of truth 
through linguistic structure of linked ideas. 

Because the author of these puzzling codes 
is no more real than gust of humming wind, 
you, as the reader with observant eyes, 
create the virtual world of psychic truth 
your brain designs as you read lines of verse 
each time I need to understand my song. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus discusses the concept of the author and the reader with Roland Barthes as they hang out on the ocean beach and drink peach-flavored honey mead.

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