Monday, November 4, 2024

Landscape Of Our Dream

Landscape Of Our Dream
© Surazeus
2024 11 04

Through infinite fracture of our time tongue 
resolve suggests profile of the god mind 
out of proportion to the human brain 
based on bold gesture of togetherness 
which snugly composes the whole of thought 
in eyes that search the landscape of our dream. 

Repurpose picture processing our hopes 
defines new mission impossible to parse 
with sketch of shadows twisted by blind trees 
to outline this body we think we are 
contrived by whispered secret of the star 
that bleeds spirits on landscape of our dream. 

Confused by nothing Nobody declares, 
she tries to sell laughter outside the church 
but no one understands the words she says 
so she wears face of the mysterious fox 
who appears in mist of romantic hope 
as fleeting flash from landscape of our dream. 

Pillar of light that wears fake face of God 
appears in hall of mirrors without doors 
where children teach their parents how to pray 
by hiding sorrows in the water box 
when abused women escape prison homes 
to scatter tears on landscape of our dream. 

Sublime acceptance of fortunate death 
suffuses atmosphere of swirling air 
when we share secrets in the Pantheon 
to catch the demon of crippling despair 
that seeks soldiers stuck in the bullet haze 
which splatters blood on landscape of our dream. 

Sad smiling clock bolted in the oak trunk 
tries to explain key to eternal life 
by showing me the tragic comedies 
my father wrote with blood on plates of gold 
for me to recite in the crowded church 
after I map the landscape of our dream. 

Self-awareness of the critical stance 
makes the bored bard reluctant to accept 
yet another prize from the world elite 
who read his riddles with attentive care 
to show they understand his secret code 
on signs across the landscape of our dream. 

Perched on stone lion head outside the hall 
where fairies and goblins create new books, 
bespectacled owl of philosophy 
ignores eccentric formulas that state 
conceptual function of time is the wave 
that flows across the landscape of our dream. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus paints landscape of our dream on lush flowery meadow beside the River Styx that flows by the throne of Godin.

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