Tuesday, October 3, 2023

Girl With Seven Eyes

Girl With Seven Eyes
© Surazeus
2023 10 03

Zoned out on why the girl with seven eyes 
steals paper masks from museum of ghosts, 
I lean against rail of the lonely bridge 
and think about why the sky appears blue 
as if the holy words of angels burn 
visions in minds of the silver-eyed lost. 

Confused about why the alphabet girl, 
who paints our faces on cathedral walls, 
never explains the beginning of time, 
but always points with long finger of truth 
at the potter molding clay into things, 
I soar into blue sky on silver wings. 

I might return from Heaven, if I want, 
where nothing ever changes or grows old, 
to place mask of my long-forgotten face 
on altar where the priest roasts lamb for lunch, 
so I stare at both typewriter and sword 
to ponder state of political power. 

Relieved to find my body in the chair 
where I left myself to think about love, 
I laugh while gazing in eyes of the skull 
without referral to the logogram 
depicting concept of the divine mind 
that glows with atoms of the multiverse. 

Disturbed by how cows freely give their milk 
to hairless apes who protect them from wolves, 
I walk backward on my ancestral trail 
to find where my first mother rose at dawn 
from lake of dreams to sing hymn of creation 
that still vibrates ten million years in me. 

Strange joy I feel when I lounge by the stream 
and strum the perfect lyre of Mercury 
glows deep within Tellurian core of being 
that nurtures world view blooming in my brain 
so I sing ancient spell of death with passion 
to savor sweet pleasures my body tastes. 

Programmed by memories my ancestors lived 
to perform role of my own character, 
I play my part in Theater of Love 
to generate new life before I die 
when the immortal girl with seven eyes 
transforms my soul into child of the Earth. 

Restored to life from words in story books 
that describe special nature of my soul, 
I twirl around with agony of faith 
through acrobatic spring of lithe desire 
with blithe appreciation for this world 
that molds my body from light of the sun. 


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