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Sunday, January 25, 2026

Ride Carousel Of Fate

Ride Carousel Of Fate
© Surazeus
2026 01 25

If the sky is doorway to everywhere, 
opened wide by joy of my aching heart, 
then I will soar into immensity 
with awe at breathless beauty of all light 
which I perceive with mind-expanding scope 
of conscious passion for honest respect. 

If owl of my heart, perched on broken branch 
of faith in cosmic energy of love, 
stirs ancient wings of silent urgency, 
then I will find pure egg of soul rebirth 
gleaming with crystal eyes inside my brain 
as psychic battery charged with solemn words. 

If holy cow of spirit-fueling milk 
arrives at dawn across the misty field, 
pulling wagon of bricks baked in the sun, 
then I will build new temple for our god 
who holds the spotted dragon egg of faith 
with tender care of time-unspooling hope. 

If opal gleaming on the signless road, 
containing eyes of every long-dead god, 
radiates pure wisdom of eccentric books, 
then I will dig sacred river canal 
so we can irrigate vast fields of wheat 
that forms foundation of our empire state. 

If angels guard our bodies while we vote 
for who will rule our disorganized state 
with random laws he thinks of in the bath, 
then I will count how many apple seeds 
lie scattered on the marble temple floor 
where turtles analyze profits through loss. 

If blind children ride carousel of fate 
with sly plan to paint frescoes on church walls 
depicting deaths of saints in accidents, 
then I will travel toward the holy land 
through flashing portal of argentine light 
to find divine doctor who heals all wounds. 

If my grandfather flies airplane of faith 
low over rippling lake of secret snakes 
who sing psalms in heavenly choir of ghosts, 
then I will map every telephone pole 
that connects our brains as the world wide web 
in global marketplace of false ideas. 

If I keep walking in circles of truths 
in frantic chase for the most scathing joke 
that exposes weakness of tyranny, 
then I will carve runes on the rock of ages 
cleft wide by earnest zeal of loyalists 
so we can ride the carousel of fate. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus and Orion arrive with box of tools to fix broken engine that operates the cosmic carousel of fate so we can restore peace on Earth.

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