Dream Book Of Prospero

Dream Book Of Prospero
© Surazeus
2024 11 13

While searching the world for the secret cell 
where Prospero is writing Book of Dreams, 
I encounter on islands in the sea 
every character from legends and myths 
hanging out on the beach with fruit and drinks, 
while humans cry out to their long-dead gods. 

Apollo and the nine muses relax 
by the pool behind the Olympian hall 
where Cetus and Leviathan are kept 
swimming in circles of social control, 
and Cthulhu performs dolphinesque tricks 
while Brennus takes photos with his three kids. 

Hamlet and his new girlfriend Juliet 
stroll in the Museum of Surreal Art, 
chatting about the being and nothingness 
of existential angst which drives mankind 
to create meaningful art from despair 
at the horrible tragedy of life. 

Dizzy at cosmic knowledge of myself, 
nauseous that if I think, therefore I am, 
I wander streets of Seattle at night, 
brain glistening with purple rain of hope, 
till I meet Uzume in long black coat 
sitting on a swing at edge of the woods. 

We are the darkness glowing in our hearts, 
she explains while we smoke flower of dreams, 
which causes me to remember when I 
evolved from fish to lizard in the lake, 
rising up to stand while the others crawled, 
so she laughs and gives me grape juice to drink. 

On delicate gossamer wings of faith, 
Ariel emerges from the oak tree 
and flutters around us with star-gold eyes, 
so we go home to apartment we share 
and make love with passionate gentleness 
till flash of ecstasy expands our minds. 

Entering Temple of Hera on the hill, 
we attend with every god humans dreamed 
grand wedding of Ferdinand and Miranda 
where Prospero presides as Pope of Earth 
with Wand of Zambor and the Holy Grail, 
while Phoebus strums the lyre of Mercury. 

Gliding with Ariel and Damiel 
with choir of angels high over Berlin, 
I sing ethereal hymn of human courage 
that shatters prison walls of Jericho 
when Liberty and Justice lead the charge 
to drive Satan from Hall of Democracy.