Saturday, February 5, 2022

Pale Light Of Winter

Pale Light Of Winter
© Surazeus
2022 02 05

Pale light of winter in my mirror eye 
that guides me through maze of the Otherworld 
on signless road of truth, extracting why 
of wordless wisdom the demon unfurled 
from tangled roots of apple trees, reveals 
how we travel faster through time on wheels. 

Though Theseus never wanders without hope 
between cities crowded with story slaves 
who chase rainbows, still learning how to cope 
with dance of his wife in jeweled sea caves, 
he breaks through barriers to reach his goal, 
to power world empire with prayer, not coal. 

Alone by highway of the time machine, 
between the prairie and the mountain range, 
clutching his broken guitar with grim mien, 
Theseus explores process of psychic change 
in ballads mocking greedy corporate kings 
who commodify stolen angel wings. 

Sitting on lush shore of the gushing stream 
in demon-shadow of the misty vale 
near Mount Takoma, I design weird scheme 
for social heroes in grand cosmic scale 
of noble deeds, recorded by the bard 
who nurtures revolt against the old guard. 

Fighting tyranny of the Minotaur, 
who runs factories and banks in every town, 
Theseus writes magic spells in the grimoire 
he evokes to forge the new goddess crown 
worn by First Mother of the crystal lake, 
then records prophecies of the blind snake. 

Hoping to evade curse of Oedipus, 
by searching for Star Witch in her Dream Cave, 
Theseus names his first son Americus 
so he can translate song of her brain wave 
that flashes through wires between telephones, 
based on black flag with the skull and crossbones. 

Potent ardency of the eyeless girl 
who plants apple seeds in Garden of Death 
with gentle hands, despite the fractured pearl 
of stark infinity, propagates breath 
through conscious passion for blooming of fruits 
which emanates demons from tangled roots. 

Perceptive jesting of the cavern troll, 
who dares defy harsh tyranny of God, 
inspires Theseus to perform the role 
Melpomene wrote to expose his fraud, 
though he wanders lost in vast maze of myth 
to learn poetic art of the Dream Smith. 


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