Theology Of Global Fame

Theology Of Global Fame
© Surazeus
2025 08 24

Refusal to accept star-tangled fate 
fuels my ascendance to the gate of truth, 
alone for twenty thousand years of change 
while writing brain programs from clownish rules 
that form theology of global fame 
for people who refuse to play the game. 

Exposed to bitter elements of fear, 
I gather words of flowers from dark fields 
with hope of unconcerned naivete 
to reassemble world view we designed 
from fragile tokens of assertive faith 
that fools employ to prove their right to laugh. 

Reluctant to remember how I die 
each hour the fractured sky of gleeful glass 
falls as snowflakes on the naked land, 
I huddle by the ever-flowing river 
to study how my stream of consciousness 
nurtures trees that grow from rotten brains. 

I have no innate need of being versed 
in country things for houses in the wind 
or stony roads that wind into sunsets, 
regardless of how often we face death, 
so I invite sly birds of everywhere 
to fly through broken window of my heart. 

I dwell long on what has been in the past 
in order to see where I need to go 
across the muddy field of innocence 
in fruitless bid to rebuild friendly walls 
where lilacs bloom around the rotten elm 
now staged as home for honey bees to live. 

On snowy evenings under diamond stars 
I stand on back porch of suburban house 
where I lived when I was sixteen years old 
with book of essays Ralph Emerson wrote 
to stare at ancient gleam of Mount Rainier 
while waiting for my angel wings to grow. 

As swinger of birches, born in the woods, 
I study cobwebs dripping gold with dew 
to understand perfection of the eye 
that generates virtual world in my brain 
where I can fly up to Heaven with wings 
instead of stumbling lame on mindless earth. 

Indifferent Nature understands my heart 
stirred by desire to cultivate the land 
with seeds of fate I scatter with my hand 
in soil that willfully misunderstands 
puzzle of fate I assemble from dreams 
that leave me sad when I wake before dawn.