Monday, December 25, 2023

Join The Global Choir

Join The Global Choir
© Surazeus
2023 12 25

With clockless paradigm of tangled streets 
that havoc motion of demanding time 
we walk through flashing prism of weird rain 
though flowers leak from books no god designs, 
so we hide memories in weird fairy tales 
about paradise in forgotten vales. 

With savage bombs contained in music notes 
that swirl from steel piano on sand dunes 
we predicate new words from dragon eggs 
still trapped in fragile television screens, 
so we measure distance we travel now 
as grim illusion of the moon-white cow. 

With cruel lessons learned from bitter clones 
that twist our minds with new confusing facts 
we grow no wiser than thunderless clouds 
that cast green shadows on deserted plains, 
so we stare blankly at the fluttering leaves 
since we cannot see the mother who grieves. 

With solid honesty of wind-tossed hats 
that have no magic to animate ghosts 
we wait for devils to return our dreams 
long trapped in books that no one ever reads, 
so we return to kitchen of the queen 
who reveals secrets only gods have seen. 

With laughing pear trees of arrogant owls 
that divide the stars with spells in reverse 
we navigate the wilderness of skulls 
to find ethereal life that love can bring, 
so we push open glass door to the bank 
to find Jesus when the Titanic sank. 

With lonely horses on the river shore 
that teaches us glory of life is brief 
we disappear in mirror of our souls 
in gamble to become the mask of death, 
so we follow the North Star back to Hell 
where Idunna gives us drink from her well. 

With cosmic energies of psychic games 
that charge our bodies with constructive lust 
we vanish in the stories children tell 
to pass the longest dark night of the year, 
so we remember how to light the fire 
when we decide to join the global choir. 

With sense of time erupting from my eyes 
that ravages hard castle walls of kings 
we fall to Earth in weird delirium 
to garden instead of rule the empire, 
so we gather in the glass church to sing 
while Solarius forges the dream ring. 


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