Fusion Of God Stars

Fusion Of God Stars
© Surazeus
2024 12 06

I feel slow flow of years cold in my veins 
with mind-expanding pleasure of ice pain 
complete with ardent sentences in vain 
that bloom as violets on smudged window panes, 
which catch words of my breath no one else hears, 
pristine as raindrops with arresting fears. 

My mind is jumbled as bleak field of stones 
contriving spells in runes on my arm bone 
that proves to thought police I am no clone 
though I construct temple of crystal cones, 
measured by eccentric spin of brain gears 
which operate contraption of social fears. 

Half-buried under howling desert sands, 
still clutching flag of my forgotten land, 
I rise at dawn to consider my brand 
with logo designed by demonic hands, 
which signifies quality of my cars 
powered by mental fusion of god stars. 

Confused by honest wisdom of mind tricks, 
employed by jester with the magic stick, 
I investigate my broad bailiwick 
to build pyramid from honey-baked bricks, 
then Ishtar crowns me Emperor of Mars 
through incarnation of wise avatars. 

Eager for rebirth from electric clocks, 
I gestate as dragon soul in glass rock 
to inventory god-souls kept in stock 
by workers wandering lost in office blocks, 
while their mothers linger in open doors 
for weary travelers on misty moors. 

Basing our self-worth on comments of friends, 
we study magazines for the hot trend 
that predicts how much money we will spend 
in compensation for small dividends, 
so I keep joining sweet angelic choirs 
to sing with robins on telephone wires. 

Persephone cares for workers in mines 
by flashing dreams of Heaven in each mind 
so they drink sweet illusions of the vine, 
then hides gleam of the sun with bamboo blinds, 
so we journey north with herd of kind bears 
who take us safe to forest of ripe pears. 

Mistranslating old American tunes 
with vibrant empathy of the sad moon, 
I join millions of ghosts in dream balloon 
to build quaint temples in moonlit lagoons, 
then teach brave humans how to face their fears 
till mutant fools have become palace seers.