Give Their Eyes To Time

Give Their Eyes To Time
© Surazeus
2025 08 19

When I fall from wish of the winking sun, 
I consider the fish inside my mouth 
that seems to speak about wisdom for me, 
so I strip mask of my face off the sky 
to reveal the divine soul of my heart 
which consumes darkness to radiate light. 

When I adjust my mind to understand 
strange language of the stubborn ocean waves, 
I travel country roads to farmless towns 
where children practice secret devilry 
in spite of music wailing from dead trees 
where lonely people give their eyes to time. 

When I wake from suffering of river stones 
at shocking laughter of the mirror brain, 
I channel voice of the people in jokes 
that deconstruct our social privilege 
related to how ravens trick mad gods 
to lose their keys in frantic game of chess. 

When I drive slowly on the winding road 
among tall oaks long rotten from sad rain, 
I calculate the distance I must travel 
to reach the holy temple on the hill 
where singing skull of Orpheus relates 
chemical formulas that light the soul. 

When I design new concept of the gun 
as camera that beams vision of doubt, 
I film progress of social liberty 
every great empire grows from how to why 
till moral doctrines on the legal chart 
are outlined to define the wrong from right. 

When I taste bitter sorrow that turns bland 
at glow of jewels in electric caves, 
I attend college for jesters and clowns 
who lead war refugees in revelry 
to forget bombing of their homes with ease 
when they elect as president the mime. 

When I carve prophecies on dragon bones 
in attentive gamble to ascertain 
obvious features of the conceptual hoax, 
I unpuzzle gospel through sacrilege 
which proves the best soul-forms are tetrapods 
who strive to uphold freedom of the press. 

When I find temple of the humming toad 
in voice-echoed swamp of psychotic rain, 
I study truths of history that unravel 
adamant doctrine that we have free will 
to perform actions decreed by the fates 
who challenge each other for the god role.