Restore Process Of Democracy

Restore Process Of Democracy
© Surazeus
2019 03 07

Soft flowing curves of the porcelain lamp, 
painted sunset brown as frail autumn leaves, 
reminds me of her considerate smile 
when she looks up from her chair by the window 
while reading yet another romance novel, 
and looks at me with eyes green as pine trees 
in high mountains before winter snow falls, 
then reminds me of what we need to do. 

I rise from my chair in half-shadowed room 
and move from sharp gold glow of the desk lamp, 
which illuminates the bones of her face, 
becoming the mystery of silent gloom, 
and plot new revolution for our camp 
when we expand knowledge of arcane space, 
to call about the thing we need to do, 
while I shine in radiant concept of blue. 

We walk together on long signless road 
to navigate strange unspoken desires 
beyond ruined walls of paradise lost, 
so by the river I set down my load 
to erase past mistakes in wordless fires 
since we calculate what it all must cost, 
although we kiss in mist of waterfalls 
and leave unanswered new telephone calls. 

Relaxing in the downtown cafe, mute 
as purring kittens in sun on the floor, 
we drink coffee and talk about the truth 
that no one can see, while the silver flute 
explains concept of invisible door 
which hides the trail followed by the blind sleuth 
who investigates the thing we have done 
that cannot be solved by the laughing gun. 

Still holding hands after contentious fight, 
we run through alley of the singing skulls 
with bags full of star-lit diamonds we stole 
from their elegant angel of far-sight 
whose prophecy was ignored by cruel fools 
who cannot understand our ancient goal 
to restore process of democracy 
that defends true justice of liberty. 

Now that we trash class inequality 
to ensure each person has basic rights 
to life, liberty, and wild happiness, 
we analyze flash of causality 
to perceive nature of atomic lights 
that nurture expression of craftiness
where every person does their private thing 
under protection of the divine wing. 

We construct from cracked bones of dinosaurs 
new empire of equal rights for all souls 
who work together in bright factory maze 
to make products for sale in shiny stores 
while wise people design new social roles 
as we transcend each revolution phase 
to create United Nations of Earth 
where every conscious soul enjoys rebirth. 

At the end of the day we all return 
home to the lamp-illuminated stage 
where we express weird drama of our hearts 
to celebrate our victory against death 
by constraining chaos into strict order 
which generates health of our dreaming minds 
as we feel Earth spinning into the void 
where we are one with the cosmic White Whole.