Broken Heart Of Time

Broken Heart Of Time
© Surazeus
2025 08 03

Who dreams of men with wings of fire and glass 
remembers how to build from blades of grass 
high-arched cathedral that protects the poor 
who chase wealth rainbows on the misty moor 
when sly Morpheus wakes us all from dream 
then leads us moaning by the sparkling stream. 

Who bursts from tangled genes of godless soul 
ascends beyond our terrifying world 
to dream of paradise we could create 
though we are humans most fatally flawed 
to make mistakes that ruin our grand plan 
so our nation collapses from his fraud. 

Who tastes the bitter orange rind of the sun 
decides to worship the ground I walk on 
as if delirium of my ravaged brain 
could alter source of vibrant energy 
that gushes bright from broken heart of time 
to mold our bodies with the crystal clock. 

Who tames the unkempt beast of conscious faith 
forgets to soothe the demon in our hearts 
so we become entranced by the star wraith 
embodied as the Sibyl with code charts 
who prophesies fall of America 
till second coming of wise Onatah. 

Who decodes weird agenda of my spell 
recalls face of Moon Mother in the well 
who rises up on wings of steel and glass 
to measure pulse from molecular mass 
composing neural network of my brain 
as I calculate swirl through loss and gain. 

Who plots unsourced contingency of fate 
adjusts clear polestar to evade harsh hate 
in fortune-programmed journey back in time 
to where I reside unbodied in sea slime 
while gods record on compact discs of hope 
progress of evolution for each trope. 

Who wakes to realize with shock of truth 
how secrets trap us in frail glass of fear 
so I define myself messiah sleuth 
skilled in clever divination techniques 
for celestial angels on mountain peaks 
whose lies are controlled by the Puppeteer. 

Who seeks through solitary ecstasy 
illumination beamed from poverty 
gambles for salvation of Liberty 
against tyrant-power of Jupiter 
who battles coup of his son Lucifer 
in revolution that could change the world.