Flow Of Profit And Loss

Flow Of Profit And Loss
© Surazeus
2024 12 02

Soft emptiness of light inside my eye 
wakes me with blithe uncanny sense of hope 
that splinters world view of ten billion souls 
in one outrageous creed of honest stillness, 
venomous with newly invented words 
children speak to deceive oppressive gods. 

The old woman who walks through walls of fate 
hires me to work as her psychotic spy, 
so I give empty books to lonely souls 
who fill their pages with visions of love 
condensing tears in pearls of sacred tales 
that preserve our pain long after we die. 

Abandoned on steps of the empty church, 
new savior of the world loves to skip rope 
and recite aggressive rhymes of contempt 
aimed at bloated egos of haughty men 
who strut about on stage of global power, 
unaware that pride always destroys tyrants. 

Yet manic pixie Library Girl knows 
how to tune my brain with transcendent vibes 
that crack foundation of our world empire 
so ghosts of long-dead gods impersonate 
normal humans who work at office jobs 
to calculate flow of profit and loss. 

Less subtle than exploding plastic masks, 
which I wear to the world movie awards, 
my face contrives to imitate your savior 
so you will trust me with your secret code 
which I can use to open bank accounts 
to buy and restore ancient Scottish castles. 

When the flock of deer approach your front door, 
they will ask if you have heard the good news 
of their divine lord and savior Cernunnos 
whose face appears on television screens 
glowing with halo of nuclear blasts 
that erase your empire from dream of time. 

We ride our bikes along the river walk 
when the gold sun of eternity sets 
blazing with untimely beauty of death, 
then stop for ice cream at the coffee shop 
where the most famous poets in the world 
write poems on napkins they burn in the hearth. 

While riding dolphin from the Holy Land, 
Arion composes opera libretto 
based on tragic life of Princess Diana 
whose face appears gold on the moon each night 
to guide my journey to the Promised Land 
where I bury skulls of tyrants in the Garden.