Ring Of Invisibility

Ring Of Invisibility
© Surazeus
2023 04 10

My heart is stuck in your vending machine, 
so I approach blinding glow of your soul 
that shimmers on the darkest night of rain, 
and fish in tattered pockets for worn coin 
to purchase my heart back from your cold silence, 
but find ring of invisibility. 

With nothing more than ladder and thin string 
I climb Mount Sagarmatha to the moon 
where Ishtar waits for me on feather bed 
to generate body of the First Man 
who tends apple trees in Garden of Eden 
with my ring of invisibility. 

For I have bummed across America 
with not even one old dollar to spare, 
so I pad barefoot in the Parthenon, 
listening to space between each footstep 
till I transcend reality of myth 
to wear ring of invisibility. 

With strange sensation of magnetic fields 
I journey across waste land of the truth 
to find I must build gates of Wonderland 
where I can play King Lear on misty moor 
in weird beauty of the indifferent moon 
that gleams ring of invisibility. 

Awake in fairy glen of Alcatraz, 
ignoring asylum gates of the mind, 
I walk on water home to Avalon 
where skeletons dance on glass ziggurats 
to ask the silver horse why death is pretty, 
then lose ring of invisibility. 

With each lightning strike of divine insight 
that phosphoresces in my spongy brain 
I see whole vision of the multiverse 
as metaphor for how eight billion brains 
perceive our universe in different ways, 
beamed by ring of invisibility. 

So as I lounge by fountain of dead swans, 
strumming Aeolian harp of obvious truth, 
I watch my mother in bright grocery store 
shop for dreams that Merlin forged in Nirvana 
till she disappears in the camera lens 
round as ring of invisibility. 

These blue-green eyes my mother made for me 
perceive white whole that beams from the first flash 
so though I live brief flash of conscious hope 
in vast mindless void of eternity 
I give you my heart with no strings attached 
to my ring of invisibility.