Live My Ludicrous Life

Live My Ludicrous Life
© Surazeus
2024 05 11

If I were to live my ludicrous life 
backward from the starting point of my death 
I would regress from hard ambitious quest 
to write with diamond-point quill of regret 
story of human life in book of glass 
through abstract concepts always incomplete. 

Elisions of contracted scenes I play 
omit abstract ideas death designs 
that bind extracted syllables of fear 
with process of selfless love that could merge 
vital questions about strict moral laws 
that guide my journey to the Promised Land. 

Ophelia brings armfuls of fresh flowers 
to village kitchen on the river shore 
where she draws pictures of each stalk and bloom 
in book of witchcraft bound with leather flaps 
while children arrange silverware and plates 
on tables where warriors and their wives feast. 

Gold Lion and Black Dragon in her house 
contain strong psychic energy of faith 
as they contest for who reigns in her heart 
while she walks spiral staircase to the stars 
in black lace dress that swirls rainclouds of hope 
when she calculates consequence of love. 

Her sunlit face of compassion for life 
casts glowing shadow on stone temple wall 
when she ascends to stage of public play 
to preside over solemn rites of death 
by chanting brilliant hymn of soul rebirth 
that fills our bodies with tongues of starfire. 

Robed in white silk gown of bright flashing gems, 
Ophelia raises both arms to the moon 
and sings the shepherd psalm that David wrote 
to channel spirit of Shekinah clear 
across six thousand years of sacred rites 
that rejuvenate spirit of our nation. 

While I strum star-wound harp of honest fear 
in sacred garden of the apple tree, 
Ophelia transcribes hymns of holy faith 
to celebrate our national liberty 
that cleanses blood of war from hands of boys 
who kill terrorists before they kill us. 

Awake in secure state of global peace, 
won through aggressive force of brutal war, 
we feast and sing on God-Eye Pyramid 
as Love and Death reign on the Judgment Throne 
till our world empire vanishes to dust 
from relentless spin of indifferent time.