My Own Center Still Holds

My Own Center Still Holds
© Surazeus
2024 11 15

Though it seems I have wasted my life 
I will continue to lounge in the hammock 
that swings nonchalantly in dusky breeze 
over the abyss between Tree of Life 
and Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil 
while horses nibble apples in my hand. 

So I decide I will not change my life 
since my aging body of flesh and bone 
does not resemble torso of Apollo 
though I do strum the lyre of Mercury 
and sing ethereal hymns of haunting beauty 
to highlight the truth of unspoken things. 

Though things appear to be falling apart 
as anarchy is about to be loosed 
upon the world, my own center still holds 
my heart secure on mountain of my faith 
that we are temporary beams of light 
for the Second Coming will never happen. 

The Spirit of Jesus as selfless king 
wakes in the hearts of humble honest men 
who seek conceptual power of the state 
to support Justice equal for all people 
who dwell in Liberty of self-control 
and help each other though everyone dies. 

Now rising from the waste land of our fear, 
huge gold statue of Ozymandias 
emerges from the desolate sands of time 
to declare himself king over the Earth, 
but we mock his sneer of bitter command 
as his greed crushes all we long held dear. 

In our darkest hour of terrible night 
Icarus soars from golden tower of hate 
and guides Sisyphus with signal of fate 
to loose the rolling stone of global peace 
to smash his statue with its feet of clay 
so we can rejoice at fall of the tyrant. 

Where our tree grows tall to surpass our fate 
Orpheus sings with voice of ancient hope 
that rises from harsh silence of our fears 
to intimate new beginning of world change 
when we burn down institutions of power 
and build new temple where all may dwell safe. 

When I cry out to the Blue Sky for help 
no angel among the orders of Heaven 
hears my passionate plea to save our state 
from terrifying greed of tyranny, 
so I wake soul of Justice in my heart 
and join world tribe to fight for Liberty.