See The Blind God Appear
© Surazeus
2018 12 06
The old blind man who resembles Santa Claus,
trudging lost in elementary school halls,
repeats to himself on ten thousand roads,
"Aesthetic enchantment of riddling codes".
Relaxed in sweet mystery of moonless night,
the Fire Witch who designed concept of Light
explains trajectory of laughing doors
to hungry refugees on misty moors.
When Odin arrives at her cave of dreams
he gives her apple he found by horse streams
so she pulls his heart out of his wet brain
and weaves new wings for him from flashing rain.
She takes holy spirit from his snake heart
and creates new angel from arcane chart
so he lives reborn in my aching flesh
when I measure truth of the global mesh.
Combining their spirits in my strange mind,
she teaches me magic spells to rebind
urgent passion to reincarnate truth
so I can play the new messiah sleuth.
I walk in forest of gossipping trees
to explain secret of life to deaf breeze
breathed by angels who hide in shadow beams
and listen to me analyze their dreams.
Ten thousand poets sing enchanting lies
based on secrets they purchased from blind spies
who follow you on social media sites
and reveal your sins on wind-question kites.
Children in schools see the blind god appear
who translates hymn from every wordless fear
in thirteen ways of looking at the crow
who leads them to play laughing in dawn snow.
© Surazeus
2018 12 06
The old blind man who resembles Santa Claus,
trudging lost in elementary school halls,
repeats to himself on ten thousand roads,
"Aesthetic enchantment of riddling codes".
Relaxed in sweet mystery of moonless night,
the Fire Witch who designed concept of Light
explains trajectory of laughing doors
to hungry refugees on misty moors.
When Odin arrives at her cave of dreams
he gives her apple he found by horse streams
so she pulls his heart out of his wet brain
and weaves new wings for him from flashing rain.
She takes holy spirit from his snake heart
and creates new angel from arcane chart
so he lives reborn in my aching flesh
when I measure truth of the global mesh.
Combining their spirits in my strange mind,
she teaches me magic spells to rebind
urgent passion to reincarnate truth
so I can play the new messiah sleuth.
I walk in forest of gossipping trees
to explain secret of life to deaf breeze
breathed by angels who hide in shadow beams
and listen to me analyze their dreams.
Ten thousand poets sing enchanting lies
based on secrets they purchased from blind spies
who follow you on social media sites
and reveal your sins on wind-question kites.
Children in schools see the blind god appear
who translates hymn from every wordless fear
in thirteen ways of looking at the crow
who leads them to play laughing in dawn snow.
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