Tuesday, June 20, 2023

Scribe Of Secret Truths

Scribe Of Secret Truths
© Surazeus
2023 06 20

I want to break my idols with weird words 
and reassemble bodies of lost souls 
for all the memories our ancestors dream 
are written in genetic code of faith, 
so I walk in world city of high walls 
with harp I stole from angel of the sea. 

If I sell pomegranates to proud gods 
who stride on terraces of broken trees 
I feel the sign of sorrow on my breast 
when I paint blood on doorposts of your homes 
then stand before the idol of my soul 
that will smile at you long after I die. 

Before the hungry leopards of sea caves 
invade the temple of the golden throne 
I carry basket full of grapes from fields 
where horror shimmers in heat of the sun 
then speak against efficiency of faith 
preserved in silence of the weeping queen. 

I heed word of the lonely mountain god 
who lies forgotten in dark cave of dreams 
ten thousand years of spinning clockless time 
till curious prophet from the college town 
inscribes my name on idol of my soul 
that walks its own path to paradise lost. 

Without sufficiency of silent song 
I hear strange voices in dim shadowed halls 
tell lurid tales of scandalous desire 
indulged by monarchs of the faceless god 
imprisoned in vast palaces of gold 
so I become the scribe of secret truths. 

I enter city maze of doorless homes 
with flute I carved from fragile dragon bone 
to harry spirit of the dancing ghost 
with devastating wisdom of fake love 
encased in silver amulet of greed 
safe in the hand that scatters apple seeds. 

Hidden behind idol of the dead god, 
the girl who knows how snowflakes are designed 
records dark secrets no one dares to tell 
in holy book she gives to the last king 
who walks with tears on windy beach of hope 
still clutching bone flute of the girl he loves. 

Though I break my idols with ghostly words 
they reassemble from my memories 
with contradictions of uncanny truth 
contrary to obvious state assumptions 
when I return from forest of the dead 
to take my place as scribe of secret truths. 


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