Sunday, May 5, 2024

Too Many Wings

Too Many Wings
© Surazeus
2024 05 05

Weighed down by too many wings of desire, 
I trudge the signless Road of Everywhere 
to weave all our brains with telephone wire 
in one cosmic mind of shimmering air 
so zeitgeist of the Earth wakes up from dream 
to find me boating on its Stygian stream. 

Stumbling with too many wings of contempt, 
I lead my people to the mountain camp 
who pray to Death for right to be exempt 
from bitter nothingness of the faith stamp 
though we dance around the bonfire all night 
to celebrate our Liberty through light. 

Bound tight by too many wings of regret, 
I record contributions of the Great 
controlled by psychic spell of Baphomet 
who teaches mankind how to design fate, 
then choose one from wisdom, power, or love 
by staring at shadows of clouds above. 

Twisted by too many wings of belief, 
I choose to love the one who makes me laugh, 
because I prefer memories of grief 
to foresight based on the dream cryptograph 
which fools me with the hopeful prophecy 
that we will prevail through democracy. 

Fooled by too many wings of clairvoyance, 
I ask warring states to give peace a chance, 
while humble prophets in quaint restaurants 
stare at the ghost king with Christ-killing lance 
who rides white horse of power in the rain 
to enforce justice of his global reign. 

Orphaned children gather on hill of skulls 
to discuss their socially-programmed roles 
united through hope by Slayer of Bulls 
who flies on red cape to fulfill his goals 
of forming United Nations of Earth 
to standardize what everything is worth. 

Distressed by too many wings of false hope, 
I map maze of myths forming our dreamscape 
so people chanting spells learn how to cope 
based on ancestral memories as mute ape 
reborn as wingless angel who can sing 
while wearing soul-enhancing magic ring. 

Lifted up by too many wings of faith, 
I draw world atlas of the Golden Path 
that leads mankind to temple of the wraith 
who weaves matter in strict patterns of math 
based on ideas of conceptual forms 
molding paradise from atomic storms. 


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