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Saturday, October 25, 2025

Invisible Harps Of Light

Invisible Harps Of Light
© Surazeus
2025 10 25

I will steal invisible harps of light 
strummed by old lonely watcher of the skies, 
then sing of love for everyone alive, 
though nations crowded in vast cities fight 
over whose leader rules with better lies 
based on principles for which people strive. 

Since no world messiah has yet appeared 
in spaceship flashing high among the clouds, 
I hand out religious brochures to sell 
national pride that does not seem too weird 
for loyal mannequins in cheering crowds 
who curse their opponents to burn in Hell. 

Lamenting how they drove old Dixie down, 
I laugh from ruins of our enterprise, 
then fight to trash game of democracy 
till we elect as king the greedy clown 
who sneers with harsh contempt to demonize 
honest people who follow Liberty. 

I pluck my heart from pool of bitter tears 
and with ravenous gluttony devour 
hearts of the poor who slave in factories 
yet hope to buy enough to purchase fears 
embodied by blind princess in the tower 
who legalizes social policies. 

I marvel to remember idle thoughts 
cawed by the three-eyed raven of far sight 
through which I prophesy with riddling spells 
fall of our world empire to wise robots 
who master graceful mystery of flight 
when serpents slither from dried-up oil wells. 

As Flower of the Mountain I adore, 
my wife designs ten thousand characters 
for children in the meadow where ghosts play 
while I work selling costumes at the store 
that mask Cinderellas and Jupiters 
who ask their fathers if they want to pray. 

Along the highway crowded with gray cars 
the Charioteer with Bow of burning gold 
races swiftly toward the White House at dawn 
to readjust dire fortune of the stars 
and retrieve sacred treasures that were sold, 
but weeps when he finds out he is my pawn. 

Calm in safe cradle of world history, 
new-born messiah sleuth waits for his time 
to ride Gold Dragon of imperial power 
when he attempts to solve the mystery 
recorded in weird riddles without rhyme 
how sunlight becomes fruit inside the flower. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus delivers research paper at World Conference on New Gnosticism at University of Zarathia that Downton Abbey is an elaborate version of King Lear.

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