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Thursday, October 2, 2025

Game Of Catch The Snake

Game Of Catch The Snake
© Surazeus
2025 10 02

Out in the lonely hills of somewhere else 
she walks with shadows of people she loves, 
and gathers wings of angels from the dirt 
that quiver glumly in her trembling hands 
till her tears transform them to butterflies 
which flock around tombstones of dead gods. 

Amazed at beauty of sunlight on hills 
that glow with stark admission of mute guilt, 
she asks the toad on mushroom of respect 
about the meaning of life, but he croaks 
eccentric psalm of bitter honesty 
for how he always seems to lose the game. 

Fame mocks our vain attempts to garner wealth 
from cracked foundation of our quivering globe, 
yet we continue to gouge hills of hope 
for minerals to construct empire of power 
based on endless calculating machines 
that analyze data of human events. 

Startled by snow drifting up to the sky 
while Death plays haunting melodies on flute, 
she turns her face away from human games 
and dwells alone in high tower of mirrors 
where she can see, beyond the mask of beauty, 
inherent spark of weird divinity. 

Uncanny vision that refracts our brains 
glows clear before her eyes of fractured glass, 
depicting mural of social events 
where gods perform dramatic roles of power 
in fierce contention between nation-states 
to control the world narrative of truth. 

Before snow falls again on unbowed heads 
of humble pilgrims in the Holy Land, 
she scatters apple seeds on sunbaked sand, 
while horses gallop in exuberant hills, 
to prove she knows the secret of success 
as ageless Pythia in her golden cage. 

Engaged in joyous game of catch the snake, 
schoolchildren gather fragments of their dreams 
to greet the jolly man in long red robe 
who teaches them the joy of giving truth, 
but he transforms into the plastic idol 
who can do nothing but chuckle in glee. 

Exploring merry hills of somewhere else 
where ravens spy on children of dead gods, 
she climbs the highest peak of honesty 
to view whole world narrative of truth 
in which each person plays appointed role 
with strict obedience to the laws of Death.  



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus kneels before Ophelia in the Holy Land and asks her to be his wife, and she hides her blushing cheeks behind bouquet of plastic flowers in her hands.

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