Absurdity Of World Fame

Absurdity Of World Fame
© Surazeus
2025 09 04

I leave my body on the ocean shore 
drowsing in eerie glow of the gold sun, 
done with electric passion of the soul 
that pulses in my breast with eager hope 
for bold confidence about what to think 
when I dust the crown that tumbles to Earth. 

Because the garment mirror knows my face 
and pulls me close to silence of the night, 
I drift in quietness of bitter calm 
to rest in shadow and rejoice in rain 
with no more doubt entangling my free soul 
in astonishing beauty of the Earth. 

On the subject of assurance I draw 
birds on painted walls of the empty church 
where special visitors from alien worlds 
walk on stilts in snow of the fervent wish 
to translate language of the silent cold 
that molds the body as its empty shell. 

Alive in rare convergence of distrust, 
I fling my sun-starved body at the sea 
to dance with sensual brandishment of Now 
on crooked bridge of collective regret 
from commodified collapse of our state 
through subtle embrace of the Eden Fall. 

Still trapped in corporate machine of greed, 
driven to crave vacation from hard work, 
I protest dire injustice of the king 
who exploits the people of our great land 
for his own gain against laws of the sky 
so I climb the tower of faith and cry. 

Abandoned factory on the river shore, 
where workers once canned tomatoes and corn, 
welcomes lost refugees from civil wars 
to worship prophet in the sycamore 
who puppeteers the greedy president 
with blighted angst of the treasonous clown. 

With raucous prayer of the engine-beat heart 
the holy savior of the plastic god 
bestows foul blessings on blind followers 
who follow him off the cliff of despair 
when great empire of America falls 
so Zarathia may rise from its ruins. 

Evading divine light of the doubting heart, 
I return to Garden of Eden at dawn 
to find the origin of world empires 
who fight against hegemony of power 
till all cities transform into the flower 
that blooms from absurdity of world fame.