Ghosts In Television Screens

Ghosts In Television Screens
© Surazeus
2024 08 10

I want to climb up in the tree with you 
and talk about the way butterflies sing 
while children dance around the laughing horse 
before nuclear bombs erase the timeline 
where everyone lives happy by the lake 
while Death and Love play chess to win our souls. 

Lost in the subway to the multiverse, 
we live ten thousand years on every world 
that branches from beginning of the dream 
we share while chatting on the pyramid 
about the rules we choose to guide our play 
till someone kills the holy messenger. 

Awake on mountain of the burning bush, 
I gather apples from the tree of life 
then descend to valley of the humming toad, 
bringing diamonds to refugees from war 
who follow beacon light of liberty 
First Mother holds high on the ocean shore. 

Because we crown the crocodile king 
who rules the Earth with bitter teeth of faith 
another timeline crushes paradise 
so savior of the world with laser eyes 
rides into town on donkey of world peace 
to shoot the tyrant wearing mask of gold. 

Because our children walk the trail of tears, 
they use as ink to write new holy books, 
we leave our ghosts in television screens 
to prove theory of relativity 
which undulates with waves of particles 
weaving tightly coiled matrix of the mind. 

Still gazing in dark cavern of your eyes, 
I want to sing sweet melody of love 
to fill your heart with pleasure of delight 
that we breathe passion of the glowing sun 
because your smile inspires my heart with hope 
that we might live another day on Earth. 

Though eyeless boy sings in the wilderness 
heart-aching melodies of timeless love, 
no one can hear sweet timbre of his words 
that ring forever in vast empty woods 
till meteors smash our spinning globe to shards 
which rotate lost in nothingness of space. 

The saffron finch in the broad hickory tree 
tells me how the sun wheels across the sky 
and why rivers flow round hills to the sea 
so I stand with Goddess of Liberty 
to render justice in our hostile world 
for we are ghosts in television screens.