Play With Pure Joy

Play With Pure Joy
© Surazeus
2024 09 02

He maintains state of madness just enough 
to bleed in rhythm with the river laugh 
revealing sorrow strangers try to hide 
in arrogant riddles of arcane code 
twisted by misapprehension of words 
scattered among thistles in foggy yards. 

Turning off the television at dawn, 
he notes what women have the right to own 
by painting secrets on angelic wings 
of our black butterfly to record wrongs 
people suffer when they strive to achieve 
state of grace where we are all free to love. 

Opening door of his numberless house, 
he contemplates facts of the unsolved case 
involving concept of the stolen boat 
his father once sailed to Island of Fate 
so he could write memoir of his success 
inventing role of the generous boss. 

Wine gleams in hollow of the Holy Grail 
through revelation of the cosmic fool 
who wakes after midnight to prophesy 
we will elect Goddess of Liberty 
President of Earth bearing Wand of Fame 
to prosecute the tyrant for his crime. 

He maintains state of honesty on stage 
to count in tandem with the time-blind sage 
who calculates progress of spiritual growth 
in human brains that emanate star wraith 
while driving cars on highway of fake wealth 
despite attempts to wash away the filth. 

Grandson of our assassinated king 
outlines the difference between right and wrong 
in crossword puzzle no one dares to solve 
for cave of illusions where devils delve 
deep enough to wake God of the World 
in dream-programmed brain of the cosmic herald. 

Everyone listens when he stands in church 
to preach salvation of the mental search 
that leads him to conclude God is now dead 
as apparition of the human head 
who haunts us though we know he is not real 
yet wears mask of the jester with no role. 

So when he arrives in Eden at last, 
holding hands with his matrimonial ghost, 
he will paint statue that presents her face 
so everyone knows she is the new boss 
who will enforce equal justice for all 
to play with pure joy in the waterfall.