Empty Sky Of Where

Empty Sky Of Where
© Surazeus
2025 05 11

New statue of the baby born from mud, 
brain ticking with gears of the eager watch, 
expresses voice of hope with cry for truth 
compressed as milk from breast of Mother Earth 
which takes its place among the elements 
that redefine museum of the mind. 

Face of my mother, bright as morning clouds, 
distills clear mirror that reflects my soul 
with slow effacement of that divine hand 
which reaches down from empty sky of where 
to rearrange my memories in soft words 
that flicker with sea waves to be more fair. 

If window frame of my new infant brain 
will swallow stars of vowels flashing souls, 
my body may swell huge with breath of thought 
so I can float above this maze of homes 
where cows drive motorcycles on dirt roads 
to roar through shadows of the doorless wall. 

Thus born from laughing books of hungry crows 
I swoop library halls of ancient maps 
where scholars resurrect specific gods 
with reverent honesty of measured faith 
to paint new characters on sacred walls 
in mural that depicts grand history. 

Escaped from factory of the blind machine 
where I assembled engines from god bones, 
I wander waste land of the howling wind 
where I arrange stones in enormous swirls 
that spiral lithe as dragons of my heart 
which none can see except from soaring planes. 

Inhaling spirit of the holy hymn, 
that fallible humans with angel wings 
sing solemnly with annoying Saint Voice, 
I fly ungracefully above small town 
to swoop above taut phone lines of our hearts 
and swirl around tall trees with giggling leaves. 

When my mother appears with silver eyes 
wearing cloud mask from empty sky of where, 
I see twelve million generations bloom 
through evolution of the singing fish 
to human face she wears with beaming smile 
as she sings lullaby of the white horse. 

Each statue of Mary carved from gray stone, 
which stands in every cathedral on Earth, 
bears new-born child from spirit of the sun 
whose fate is written by the money man 
to rule as king in castle of his fear 
till I decide to run into the woods.