House Of Everywhere

House Of Everywhere
© Surazeus
2024 11 01

Though I hold the shocking truth in my hands, 
I will take the bus to the shopping mall 
and eat hamburger with fries and root beer, 
then browse the latest music compact discs 
to find the prophet with voice of the people 
who can guide our way in weird maze of myths. 

Around the world I fly on turtle wings 
to find secret valley of paradise 
hidden somewhere in the wild mountain range, 
far from sprawling metropolitan cities 
where bankers rule corporations as kings, 
to find the prophet begging for spare change. 

While strolling down the busy city street 
past shining windows of elegant stores, 
I see ghost of Nostradamus appear 
in nuclear-white flash of the time-jump door 
who grabs my hand and runs into the rain 
to escape horde of assassins with swords. 

Leaping planets across the multiverse, 
we time-slip across hundred thousand worlds 
where every future in parallel states 
shows me starting revolution of truth, 
till I manage to escape every version 
and land in this world where I am Nobody. 

Hanging out at the Pegasus Cafe 
in downtown Athens on Apollo Street, 
I chat with Nostradamus about truth 
while we sip ginger mochas and eat cake, 
then he explains I am safe in this time 
as he smiles and leaps through portal of fate. 

Looking around at the gathering crowd, 
I stand up on stage by portrait of Keats 
and read poems from my new self-published book, 
then bow to the scattered polite applause, 
relieved I am not going to end the world 
by fighting for my right to rule as king. 

Pulling mask of the prophet off my face, 
I walk outside in the late evening sun 
and stroll to the World Library of Souls 
where doors to each parallel universe 
are hidden between the covers of books 
that preserve ghosts of long-forgotten gods. 

Parking my car in the cluttered garage, 
and putting my wings in the cardboard box, 
I walk inside my House of Everywhere 
to gather countless fragments of my soul 
floating in words with glass butterfly wings, 
and weave them into the mask of my face.