Flap Of Devil Wings

Flap Of Devil Wings
© Surazeus
2025 04 09

Startled awake by flap of devil wings, 
my heart slithers with photosynthesis 
upward in spirals of atomic rings 
which conjugates fate through analysis 
deconstructing grand world view of state power 
for old disheveled king who eats the flower. 

Beautiful lightning that reveals my face, 
masked by bone-white glamor of cold moonlight, 
cracks naked mirror of terrorized grace 
projecting water gush from egg of night 
that scents our bodies with elegant lust 
concealed in contours of the marble bust. 

Undeserved blessings from thin grasping hand 
free my soul from worship of loyal thieves 
who scatter counterfeit coins on dry land 
where prim attendants comfort none who grieves 
honest adversaries jailed for contempt 
through intellectual games by hope exempt. 

Pragmatic mess of my recursive life, 
constraining eagerness of my failed quest, 
requires application of civil strife 
through execution of the virtue test 
involving program of routine regret 
that plans to reinvent the alphabet. 

Procedure to expand my consciousness 
contrives spectacular display of grace 
through fraught assurance of unloneliness 
designed to structured code of cyberspace 
which nurtures hunger of the Holy Ghost 
who hosts refugees stranded on the coast. 

No curfew tolls the bell of buzzing night 
to glimmer darkness tinkling in our hearts 
though we listen for moping owl of right, 
then wander far from bower of star charts, 
longing for hearths that blaze no more with hope 
while we huddle on the steep rain-drenched slope. 

Since all paths of glory lead to the grave, 
I prefer to dwell in quaint forest home 
by signless road that empires never pave, 
for whether young or old I long to roam 
where my heart guides my seeming random way 
with book that contains memories of our play. 

No pealing anthem swells our souls with pride 
while Death stalks thieves in halls of government 
so we build new state where Truth may abide 
with Liberty in stately monument 
that rings with voice of our national choir 
while I play mercurial tunes on my lyre.