Record Another Testament

Record Another Testament
© Surazeus
2025 05 20

Everywhere I go in my daily life 
I sense the Universe is watching me, 
so I act like the star of my own show, 
controlling everything I say and do, 
but nothing ever results, so I laugh 
and make weird faces at the empty sky. 

Every afternoon I walk to the street 
and check the mailbox of my hungry heart 
to see if the holy angels of God 
have sent me letters that explain the Why, 
but all I get are brochures, store coupons, 
and applications for bank credit cards. 

I hold the sacred language of the world 
that squirms in my hand with ocean-wet scales 
and stares at me with gold demonic eyes, 
so I explain my sorrow to Moon Witch 
who teaches me to translate songs of waves 
to tangled sentences no one comprehends. 

With hands I measure objects that exist 
to find familiar spirit of the wind 
constrained by clustered forms of ecstasy 
which vibrates buzz of passion from my bones 
when I dance with irregular respect 
on stage of the sea-desert in the void. 

Through startled jaggedness of secret codes 
I improvise the reason we exist 
from whispered colors of the singing sand 
that flow in wrinkled tides of ardency 
despite how fast trees crack all parking lots 
to free our brains from knowledge of the book. 

Though I go everywhere freely on Earth 
I can never go back where I came from, 
for I must always loop the spiral road 
forth into swirling mists of Avalon 
where I record another testament 
that represents the Ungod of my brain. 

Your story enters my heart at your touch 
so I carry burden of your mute joy 
entrapped in charcoal cavern of my heart, 
yet I assert respectful narrative 
contrived by fairies of the weeping tree 
to soothe shared hurt with prayers of honesty. 

If we perform our predetermined roles 
on crowded stage of social fantasy, 
we might not make it home on time to watch 
election of the poet laureate 
who chants the fatal elegy of love 
that records the fall of America.