Long-Lost Daughter

Long-Lost Daughter
© Surazeus
2025 01 03

Twirling with delight among apple trees, 
Gretta whistles tunes to imitate birds 
that flutter wings as they leap into clouds, 
then fills baskets in her cart with ripe fruit 
that gleam in sunlight on the dusty road 
as she pushes it back to the stone castle. 

After leaving apple cart in the kitchen, 
Gretta peeks into the large castle court 
to listen while her father on Law Throne 
renders fair judgments to settle disputes, 
then skips up winding stairs to tower room 
full of birds, squirrels, chipmunks, frogs, and mice. 

While writing poetry on parchment scroll, 
Gretta sees the jar is empty of ink, 
so she sticks raven feather in her hair 
and hurries down to the royal bedroom 
to ask her stepmother for writing ink, 
but pauses when she hears sharp cry of pain. 

"Mirror on the wall of my desperate hope, 
your shards cut my hand when I punched your lie 
that shows my face is wrinkling with old age, 
and beauty I employed to trap his heart, 
when I tricked him to poison his first wife, 
is fading with glamor of his desire." 

Gasping at confession of bitter words, 
Gretta realizes with shock of fear 
that her mother died not from some disease, 
but was murdered by this ambitious woman, 
so she turns to tell her father the news 
but pauses when she hears her name abused. 

"Gretta, that ugly bitch with snow white skin, 
is now more fair than me as she matures, 
so before she learns how I killed her mother 
I must kill her so my son with the king 
may inherit crown of authority 
before she kills me in lawful revenge." 

Trembling with terror at tone of her voice, 
Gretta runs to her room and packs her things, 
then quickly escapes imprisoning castle 
and flees in pine forest to secret cave 
where she hides from hunters the cruel queen sends, 
disguising her pretty face with mud smears. 

One day while gathering mushrooms and berries, 
Gretta meets the skilled boar-hunter Johan 
who woos her with songs he plays on the lute, 
so they marry in lake town where he lives, 
and she bears seven sons who mine for gold 
to sell the old king in castle of stone. 

Wearing plain gown with floral coronet, 
Gretta and Johan with their seven sons 
join holiday banquet in castle court, 
but as they bow before King Wenceslaus 
he jumps to his feet and stares at her face, 
then hugs her tight as he weeps with great joy. 

While his husband and sons, and everyone 
gathered in court, stare in astonishment, 
the old king wipes tears from his eyes, and cries, 
"I rejoice to find you alive, my daughter, 
because Grimhilde told me you were kidnapped 
and killed by robbers when you tried to flee." 

Caressing old wrinkled face, Gretta frowns, 
"I heard Grimhilde confess in her own words 
that she poisoned my mother Katharina 
to steal her role as queen of your domain, 
so I fled to escape blade of her hate, 
and live now happy with my seven sons." 

Ordering soldiers to arrest the queen, 
King Wenceslaus invites his long-lost daughter 
with her surprised husband and seven sons 
to sit beside him in the banquet hall, 
then listens as she tells him of her life 
while her boys play chase in the feasting hall. 

Agent Of Her Regal Will

Agent Of Her Regal Will
© Surazeus
2025 01 03

Sun gleams through the old tree heavy with pears 
on soft gold fur of small kangaroo mouse 
that nibbles Amanita mushroom stem, 
but scurries away when girl with green eyes 
emerges from pool of algae and mud, 
water streaming down her face and long hair. 

Sloshing from the pool on quick nimble legs, 
Tellus stretches naked in warm sunlight, 
then drapes herself with cape of wolf-skin fur, 
and strides through pear orchard of chirping birds 
along river of croaking toads and turtles 
to grove where herd of deer graze on lush grass. 

Climbing up steep slope of the large round mound 
past three levels of deep enfortressed moats, 
Tellus shows gold token stamped with her face 
to pass through each heavily guarded gate, 
then sits on highest platform in round tholos 
where she eats pears and cheese on slice of bread. 

Gazing from round tholos on temple mound 
over fields of wheat and meadows of sheep, 
Tellus surveys village of busy people 
within pomerium of her watchful eye 
to confirm everyone performs their role 
as social manager of her estate. 

"Mundane complacency of this routine, 
confined to actions that benefit growth, 
projects creative peace we earned through strife 
that constrains chaos of opposing wills 
through strict enforcement of communal laws 
that prevent destructive acts of blind greed." 

Sipping pear cider brewed with cinnamon, 
Tellus attends with sharp critical eye 
actions people in the village perform 
to adjust attitude of any person 
who dares stray from duty of assigned role 
with punishment they obey to avoid. 

If any person strays from assigned role, 
from laziness or lack of discipline, 
Tellus sends agent of her regal will 
to encourage them with stern reprimand 
to maintain focus of attentive care 
so they are prepared if gangsters attack. 

When the sun sets blazing behind far hills, 
guards keep watch on ramparts of secure faith 
while everyone gathers around her tholos 
and eats food while she recites Astrogenia, 
song describing how Sun Mother Solaria 
creates our world Telluria from light. 

Epiphany Of Emptiness

Epiphany Of Emptiness
© Surazeus
2025 01 03

When you shoot bullet of hate at my face 
I become giant character balloon 
floating high in Thanksgiving Day parade, 
shaped as Superman who represents Zeus, 
or Snoopy who represents Cerberus, 
so I will not feel pain of sudden death. 

While I am bleeding to death on the grand, 
flat on my back beneath the great blue sky, 
I share epiphany of emptiness 
with Andrei at the Battle of Austerlitz 
through immobile eyes of infinity 
since Nature is indifferent to my life. 

I remove persona mask of my name 
ten thousand times with each new life I live 
as gene coils incarnate parent to child 
to show indifferent universe that I 
am supernatural being of mortal mind 
who creates my fate with each choice I make. 

If I am Atum, Zeus, Jehovah, Jove, 
Jupiter, Odin, or Allah, then I 
am mortal man pretending to be God 
as I assert authority of law 
when I threaten you with dire punishment 
if you refuse to obey my command. 

When I shoot bullet of law at your face 
you disappear from game of politics 
we play in chess match to control the world 
so I proclaim myself winner of wealth 
which I extract from Earth with hungry hands 
to build empire by judging who can live. 

You will never hear me speak what I think 
through dramatic monologue of intent 
because you believe each lie I decree 
as article of faith in truth I claim 
which programs your mind to obey my will 
for I will kill you if you dare rebel. 

Each time you think you find me in the man 
who preaches great lie of the afterlife 
or tricks you into voting for my scheme, 
I disappear from dark heart of mankind 
and find another bitter soul to trap 
so I suck energy from their despair. 

I am the blind gun in hands of outrage 
shooting endless bullets at gentle hearts 
to erase all rivals from game of chance 
till I ascend vast pyramid of power 
where tyrants always fall from in disgrace 
to prove I need no devil wings to fly. 

Faith Deceives The Eyes

Faith Deceives The Eyes
© Surazeus
2025 01 03

When Carol is young, walking in dim woods 
to school past the oak where white ravens wait, 
she believes she can hear the soft wind pray 
for beauty of hope in rustle of leaves 
when she peers through sieve of her trembling hands 
with awe at how sun drenches things with life. 

Though pain enters her heart in gloom of night, 
light of the sun rendering everything sharp 
washes it away with pure clarity 
that faith deceives the eyes to what is real, 
so on the road to school she stands stock-still 
and hears priests chanting in click of train wheels. 

When in late-afternoon gold window light 
she plays piano scales of consolation, 
she finds new clever ways to name her loss 
of innocence at every sudden death 
which reveals no truth we cannot accept 
that no one returns from some afterlife. 

Though cold darkness of winter presses down 
sorrow of roofs to squeeze spacious rooms lonely, 
her prayer for light to no one in the sky 
comforts her heart with shiver of despair 
at how the Christmas tree sings about faith 
which glitters snowflakes from the shattered moon. 

Each gleaming fragment of her mirror mind 
reflects face of the angel she loves most, 
so Carol prays for Sariel with gold eyes 
to visit her at night in her warm bed 
and fill her with epiphanies of love 
to relieve pain of knowing she will die. 

While carving letters on tablet of gold 
in celestial Academy of Scribes, 
Saron hears prayer of Carol down on Earth, 
so he dons silk robe with pair of swan wings, 
and beams down to her chilly moonlit room 
to give her apple from the Tree of Life. 

Placing sharp meat-carving knife in her hand, 
Sariel fills her heart with courage of faith 
so when her step-father sneaks in her room 
and slips in bed, she stabs him in the thigh, 
causing him to scream, then she calls police 
who drag him away and lock him in jail. 

Although she cannot pray with honest faith, 
Carol stops in woods by the raven oak, 
and sends sweet grateful prayer to Sariel 
who beams with joy, then whispers in the wind 
inspiring song of courage, so she walks 
boldly into school with freedom she earned. 

Safe On High Ziggurat

Safe On High Ziggurat
© Surazeus
2025 01 02

While searching for olive trees in far hills 
for his lush garden on broad river shore, 
Atum hides in shallow cave when dark storm 
drenches the world in torrents of bright rain, 
then wakes at dawn to sweet chirping of birds 
so he returns home with two olive saplings. 

Numb with shock at scene of the gushing flood, 
Atum splashes knee-deep across the plain 
till receding muddy water reveals 
entire village and garden swept away, 
so nothing remains except brick foundations 
of homes where his whole family used to live. 

Mixing mud with straw from winnowed grain stalks, 
Atum forms square bricks with cedar-wood frame, 
then, as they harden in heat of the sun, 
he constructs ziggurat forty feet high 
with huge flat top where he erects four poles 
beside deep pool for catching fresh rainwater. 

Planting olive trees and gardens of herbs 
on broad upper steps of high ziggurat, 
Atum stores wheat and wood in the warehouse 
on second highest level to preserve 
goods he produces safe from the next flood 
when rain swells water above river beds. 

Strolling along broad river with small cart 
to gather plants and animals he finds, 
Atum meets young woman with star-black eyes 
who lounges under broad acacia tree, 
weaving baskets as she hums to herself, 
so he offers figs as he kneels and smiles. 

Iusaaset accepts delicious figs, 
then offers him thick cow leather she cured, 
so he stretches them to secure his cart, 
but as he turns to return to his home 
she asks if she can come and live with him, 
so they kiss as pledge of their partnership. 

Sewing leather hides between cedar poles, 
Atum secures sturdy home against weather 
to protect Iusaaset from wind and rain, 
so they shelter safe on high ziggurat 
when swift river floods the surrounding plain, 
their firm island within the swirling chaos. 

Teaching their young children, Shu and Tefnut, 
how to tend fruit trees, vines, and garden herbs, 
Atum gathers food for Iusaaset to cook, 
then all three pause and giggle with delight 
to see large scarab beetle on her head 
as she kneads bread with white flour on her cheeks. 

Girdle Of Hippolyta

Girdle Of Hippolyta
© Surazeus
2025 01 02

Vaulting over chain-link fence of mute fear 
to escape boys chasing him home from school, 
Bryan darts in shadows of Raven Wood 
till they shout lost in illusions of hope, 
then saunters home on narrow river road 
as sunlight flickers in fluttering oak leaves. 

Sitting before large television set, 
with hot dog, root beer, and bag of corn chips, 
Bryan watches movies of ancient times 
that show Achilles fighting against Troy, 
Odysseus attempting to sail back home, 
and Argonauts finding the Golden Fleece. 

Wearing tiger-skin loincloth and headband, 
Bryan swings baseball bat to fight cruel beasts 
as Hercules when he slays the Nemean lion, 
destroys the nine-headed Lernaean Hydra, 
and cleans the Augean stables of its muck 
by rerouting the Alpheus river flow. 

Entranced with tension of dramatic scenes, 
Bryan feels himself join the Argonauts 
when Hercules invades Amazon Island 
to steal magic girdle of Hippolyta, 
but brave women fight against cruel invaders 
who kidnap independent girls as brides. 

Turning off the Orb of World History, 
sickened by how Hercules and Argonauts 
forced free women to become their house slaves, 
Bryan stares out front window of his house. 
"As three thousand years have passed since that time, 
I hope we treat women better today." 

Noticing Mary, who lives down the street, 
riding by on her bicycle back home, 
Bryan smiles, pleased to see her having fun, 
but gasps when he sees large man stop his truck 
and grab her around the waist as she fights, 
then tries to bind her arms and legs with rope. 

Running swiftly down the deserted street, 
Bryan charges straight at the large strong man 
and whacks his knee hard with the baseball bat, 
but stumbles and rolls over on his back. 
When Mary slips free, the limping man curses,  
then jumps in his truck and races away. 

Embracing as they tremble from the shock, 
Mary and Bryan hug tightly and cry, 
then walk together to her empty house 
where they eat chocolate cake and cold milk, 
till, after they kiss on living room couch, 
he walks home in gray cricket-chirping dusk. 

Orb Of World History

Orb Of World History
© Surazeus
2025 01 02

Black clouds roil over surging ocean waves 
to shroud lush meadows of Elysium 
in gloom soaked with torrents of glowing rain 
that flashes with each shocking lightning strike 
which cracks infinity in shards of light 
that spiral into swirls of gusting wind. 

Each flash of lightning illuminates face 
of lithe Aether who crawls up jagged cliff 
to shelter in large cave of sweltering fog 
where pool of lava bubbles brilliant orange 
and radiates heat that warms ice-brittle bones, 
so he kneels and studies liquid energy. 

Finding long metal rod stuck in cave wall, 
Aether pries it loose, then dips it in stream 
of bubbling lava, twirls it to form globe, 
then lifts it up and sticks it in cold rain 
so icy drops sizzle on sphere of fire, 
transforming it into clear crystal orb. 

Once crystal orb is cool as glacier ice, 
Aether polishes it smooth with leather strips 
till silver glitter of the full moon gleams 
as beams that shift around its surface curve, 
revealing deep inside its solid core 
how the first flash flares forth from the big bang. 

Holding hands with her daughter, agile Tellus, 
Dies climbs mountain trail to find her husband, 
till near cave mouth she finds his frozen corpse 
still upright and clutching in his staff hands 
crystal orb that glitters with spectral light, 
then weeps as she buries him in the cave. 

Bearing the crystal orb in curious hands, 
Tellus walks everywhere in whispering woods 
because it helps her hear spirits of things 
as she perceives their vibrant energies, 
then sits alone in grove of apple trees 
where she watches the universe be born. 

Collecting mushrooms by the River Styx, 
Caelus sees young woman with star-black eyes 
gazing in crystal orb of swirling light, 
so he sits across from her when she smiles, 
and together they dream world history 
as galaxies nurture planets with life. 

Placing crystal Orb of World History 
on broad pedestal in Temple of Truth, 
Caelus welcomes large crowd of worshippers, 
then plays lyre while Tellus, wearing gold crown, 
sings Ode to Evolution of the Earth 
from first flash that flares forth from the big bang. 

Stealing Apples Of Life

Stealing Apples Of Life
© Surazeus
2025 01 02

The rainbow-winged serpent with ruby eyes 
slithers slowly in web of curving limbs, 
spiraling around soul-genetic coil 
of flashing nodes composing Tree of Life 
through each sefirah of world divine mind 
that grows from heart of Earth with apple eyes. 

Waking under the apple tree in Heaven, 
Saron stands and stretches limbs of his soul 
to breathe ethereal spirit of the sun, 
then reaches out his hand to pluck one fruit, 
but rainbow-winged serpent with ruby eyes 
poises to strike and bite his greedy hand. 

"Who are you, little yellow flame of dirt," 
the rainbow-serpent Nahash hisses sharply, 
"that you dare steal fruit from the Tree of Life, 
as if you wish to open your eyes wide 
to know good and evil, and be like El, 
who shines bright with light of eternal truth?" 

Blinded by shining beauty of Nahash, 
who shimmers bright as sword blade forged of bronze, 
Saron blinks his eyes till he sees its face, 
slender angelic visage with long chin, 
slim almond-shaped eyes gleaming ruby clear, 
and long curls of hair writhing red as flames. 

"My name is Saron, son of Salorin, 
and I have to come to Heaven with intent, 
to attend great Academy of Scribes 
so I can work in Hall of Messengers, 
yet I am hungry for soul energy, 
so how may I acquire sweet fruit to eat?" 

"Answer this riddle and you may eat fruit," 
Nahash smirks, "or else you will be expelled 
and never allowed in Heaven again. 
What creature walks on four legs in the morning, 
two legs at noon, and tree legs in the evening?" 
Sunlight flickers in the wind-rustled leaves. 

"This strange shape-changing creature you describe 
must be humans who are born from the womb, 
crawl on four limbs as infants, rise to walk 
on two legs and manipulate things with hands 
as adults, but then become weak with age 
and lean on the cane when they become old." 

Hissing in surprise, Nahash flutters wings 
amused, then smiles with delight and replies, 
"You may pluck one apple from Tree of Life 
as reward for solving with clever wit 
this difficult riddle no one has solved 
since few know that mortal humans age." 

Snatching ripe apple from the Tree of Life 
before guardian serpent changes his mind, 
Saron turns and quickly walks down the road, 
and grins with delight as he eats sweet fruit 
that fills his mind with flashing images 
revealing essential truth about things. 

Approaching large Academy of Scribes, 
square temple with four pillars on its porch, 
Saron presents brass token with his name, 
then enters grand hall with hundreds of desks 
surrounded by enormous rows of shelves 
heaped with tablets, scrolls, folios, and books. 

After Saron watches with reverent awe 
as angels transcribe texts in leather books, 
Tirzah shows him dorm room where he will live, 
and classroom where he will learn how to write 
letters that record visions of our minds, 
then takes him to office of the Chief Scribe. 

Standing before large desk with books and tools, 
Saron reaches out to touch crystal ball 
that seems to shimmer full of starry eyes, 
but raven on bust of some prophet caws, 
so he steps back startled with guilty gasp 
as tall slender man in black robe arrives. 

"If you touch that Orb of World History," 
Nabiel frowns with sly twinkle in his eye, 
"you may get sucked into the flow of time, 
so trapped in ever-fluctuating change 
of endless struggle to control the world 
that you would never live your own free life." 

At look of consternation on his face, 
Nabiel gestures for Saron to relax 
and drink warm apple cider for his health. 
"Welcome to our Academy of Scribes. 
You look just like your father Salorin 
who studied here when I became Chief Scribe." 

"Follow daily study with strict routine, 
eating, learning letters, transcribing books, 
and joining seminars to learn of science, 
and you will succeed in passing each grade 
so you can earn position in the court." 
Saron palms his hands and bows in respect. 

Returning to Tree of Life by the pool, 
Saron greets Nahash with admiring smile, 
then opens his hand with dramatic flair. 
"Accept this diamond as gift of my heart, 
for I dug it from mountain cave of fear." 
Nahash beams with joy as Saron smiles brightly. 

Resurrection Of Caelus

Resurrection Of Caelus
© Surazeus
2025 01 01

Startled awake by writhing flames of fire 
that engulf old wood house is brother built, 
Caelus slams shoulder against smoking wall, 
then stumbles as he runs into dark woods, 
heart beating at screams of his villagers 
stabbed and speared by invading gang of thieves. 

Gasping for breath and trembling with despair, 
Caelus crawls narrow ravine between cliffs 
of jagged rocks draped in moss from gray mist, 
then climbs higher in rift between sharp peaks, 
to hide in cave near sprinkling waterfall 
where his parents Aether and Dies once lived. 

Crouching by their skeletons in dark cave, 
Caelus breathes deeply to calm his wild heart, 
draped in thick bear-fur cape his mother sewed, 
then whispers safety spells to hide his soul 
from gang of thieves who chased him in the woods, 
shivering at the terror of being enslaved. 

Surprised at sudden gleaming of green light 
when the bright moon peeks behind stormy clouds, 
Caelus steps slowly toward far cavern wall 
till bright light glitters just before his eyes, 
so he reaches hand with cautious respect 
to touch bright emerald stuck inside rock wall. 

Hacking with iron rod his father found 
many years ago stuck in river mud, 
which he used to kill fierce attacking wolves, 
Caelus breaks rocks loose around bright green gem 
till he removes enormous slab of light 
and lays it gleaming on the cavern floor. 

Binding sharp fragment of the emerald tablet 
with leather strips to tip of the iron rod, 
Caelus ventures back through dark tangled woods 
to village where he grew up building wagons, 
and gasps to find so many people killed, 
while the living kneel before the gang chief. 

Leaping forward with rage of the fierce wolf, 
as gang chief Stercutus jumps to his feet, 
Caelus evades several attacking guards 
and stabs his groin with sharp emerald shard 
which castrates the storm god who screams in pain 
and writhes at feet of the victorious boy. 

Setting his fish clan free from binding ropes, 
Caelus helps them bury the dead they love, 
then sits in new wood temple by the lake 
and sings elegies while he strums the lyre, 
listing true names and good deeds of the dead 
while the living mourn their loss and drink wine. 

Under His Watchful Eye

Under His Watchful Eye
© Surazeus
2025 01 01

Staring at pyramid with the one eye 
printed on the back of the dollar bill, 
Allen ponders what the symbol could mean, 
as if some person with authority 
stands on high platform above wheated plain 
and watches all that happens in the world. 

Imagining tall man in long white robe 
who holds brass spear with diamond on its tip, 
Allen pictures himself, wearing gold crown 
shaped round with spikes like sharp jaws of the shark, 
watching people at work in fields below 
who keep busy under his watchful eye. 

Shepherds herd sheep from meadows in wood pens, 
gardeners tend vegetables, herbs, and fruit trees, 
farmers tend fields of wheat, lentils, and barley, 
craftsmen build wagons, boats, buckets, and fences, 
cooks prepare meals for everyone to eat, 
and soldiers with spears guard perimeters. 

Paying for gas that fuels engine of his van 
with the credit card for his bank account, 
Allen drives with hundreds of vehicles 
in broad avenue past tall office buildings 
as he returns to work at the state bank 
after eating spaghetti at the bistro. 

While riding elevator with small crowd 
of chatty women returning from lunch, 
Allen pictures temples on pyramids 
transforming into castles where kings ruled, 
which morphed into towers of steel and glass 
where bankers are now kings who rule the world. 

Once the man watching on the pyramid 
with great shining eye of authority, 
skilled at judging cases to settle disputes, 
convinced the people working in the fields 
that he was god descended from the sky 
with divine commission to rule their lives. 

Striding past his desk in the open room 
with photo of his family and his boat 
beside his computer and telephone, 
Allen enters large office of his boss 
who sits like high priest at his large oak desk, 
and bows like obedient angel with pride. 

How like angels ruling Heaven we are, 
Allen grins while gazing out the large window 
at farm fields stretching beyond city blocks, 
accepts folder for the new store account, 
then enters data to analyze profit 
at his desk while the city hums with life. 

Dark Suicide Wood

Dark Suicide Wood
© Surazeus
2025 01 01

Still wandering nowhere in Suicide Wood, 
Saron slogs slough of despond in despair 
that he will ever find the true way out 
till he realizes following the sun 
leads him in circles, so he sits and waits, 
then walks toward where the sun rises at dawn. 

Stumbling awkwardly onto higher ground, 
mud-slathered feet jolted on jumbled rocks, 
Saron shouts with joy at the silver clouds 
that glimmer indifferently, yet amused, 
as he washes face clean in trickling stream 
that splashes down cliff of slime-covered rocks. 

As he ascends mountain of whispering mist, 
hand over hand in struggle to climb high, 
he glances down at valley of the swamp 
to study landscape of hell he escaped, 
then across to the plain of jagged rocks 
where he got lost in dark Suicide Wood. 

The guide who lead him lost on the wrong path, 
while telling him he knows the way to Heaven 
where they can work as angels earning coins 
delivering message scrolls for ministers, 
sank down into quicksand up to his waist, 
then vanished screaming as he writhed in vain. 

After winding around the mountain bulk 
on narrow pathway in dark tangled woods, 
hiding to avoid leopards, bears, and wolves, 
Saron arrive at last before before gold gates 
where bearded man in white robe asks his name, 
so he shows name token molded in brass. 

Inspecting token for authentic sign, 
Hadraniel opens gate of gleaming gems, 
so Saron walks wide avenue of trees 
past palaces on flat-top pyramids 
toward the great ziggurat of thirteen levels 
that looms huge as clan hill of apple trees. 

Pausing by pool before the ziggurat, 
Saron watches with calm admiring awe 
as Elohim ministers in white robes, 
and wearing gold crowns encrusted with gems, 
climb long stairway past guards with spears and wolves, 
to enter temple where El rules the world. 

After struggling through filthy swamp of hell 
and climbing jagged mountain of desire, 
Saron wanders the shining streets of gold, 
lost in the fabulous city of Heaven, 
till he falls asleep by tall apple tree 
and dreams about the serpent with red eyes. 

Wild Circus Of The Heart

Wild Circus Of The Heart
© Surazeus
2025 01 01

The signless road that no one else can see 
always leads me to where I want to go, 
so I ask Ishtar for the psychic key 
which I adjust to map oneiric flow 
and sail boat of words on river of dreams 
to vale where fruit trees bloom by sparkling streams. 

But now that paradise has long be lost 
beneath urban maze of buildings and roads, 
so I calculate exorbitant cost 
of fake happiness for fairies and toads 
who watch television shows after work 
while shadows hide the homeless where they lurk. 

Nostalgia for the slow-paced village life, 
we lost after centuries of global wars, 
is used by politicians to stoke strife 
between owners and workers of their stores 
by selling visions of the Good Old Daze 
that keeps poor people striving in the haze. 

So I attend wild circus of the heart 
where jesters mock proud businessmen in suits 
while the Beauty Queen pushes apple cart 
because she wants to buy new leather boots, 
but they all died one hundred years ago 
so no one now attends the country show. 

The signless road that leads me everywhere 
changes location every moon-lit night, 
but I can always find Scarborough Fair 
where the girl from the north country holds light 
that shows me where war refugees have fled, 
gathered round the gold Ozymandian head. 

With stoic faces glowing in the dark, 
they gaze at me with piercing eyes of faith 
that have seen weird mystery of the moon lark 
in wild Darien Gap of the eyeless wraith, 
so I give them apples from Tree of Wealth 
which I stole from the God Serpent through stealth. 

Uncanny beauty of the nightingale 
that I still hear in shadow of the Bomb 
entrances me with hope Truth will prevail 
as hungry immigrants sing Shepherd Psalm, 
though Jesus has been dead for far too long 
to respond to aching hope of their song. 

Though numbers change to indicate the year 
our planet spins around the Spirit Sun, 
grim people of Earth overcome their fear 
from shocking revelation of the gun 
to treat each other with honest respect 
while waiting for the Social Architect.