Derelict Dream World

Derelict Dream World
© Surazeus
2024 12 25

Delusion of our derelict dream world 
unveils perceptive insight in the way 
children believe the beauty they require 
to maintain sane aggression of desire 
till we realize the truth that when we pray 
nobody can hear but the cosmic herald. 

Determined to evade drama of fate 
that still unfolds no matter what I do, 
I play ten thousand games of chess with Death 
while learning from Buddha magic of breath 
as I notate the latest puzzling clue 
in Book of Dreams lost in the shipping crate. 

Relaxed from rigors of reality 
which always is itself without my faith, 
I calculate consequence of each act, 
then record its formula as weird fact 
that proves illusion of the cosmic wraith 
whose quirks program my personality. 

Roused from languid dream state by ecstasy 
of innocent insight in state of love, 
I build new haven on the river shore 
to study spin of our terrestrial core 
I thought was crystal from light beams above 
that weave magnetic shell of fantasy. 

Spurred forth from Heaven by desire to learn 
about true nature of our universe, 
I descend stairway to Hades of light 
where perfect beauty is always too bright, 
so I wear sunglasses kept in my purse 
that helps me observe how angel brains turn. 

Surprised by joy I swipe from Serpent Tree, 
I climb pyramid of the Watching Eye 
to claim ownership of the apple grove 
where Hera cooks meals at the radiant stove, 
but Icarus teaches me how to fly 
because he says he wants me to be free. 

Concerned for dire straits of humanity 
in which they vote for dictators to rule, 
I wear my red Superman Mithras cape 
to wrestle bull of the poisoned landscape 
while children of enemies attend school 
to avoid psychic trap of vanity. 

Amused by game of words magicians play 
to conjure virtual world that mirrors Earth, 
I disappear into this prophet role 
so no one can figure out my end goal 
as I dance through maze of religious myth 
to map progress of my Astarian Way.