Void Of Glowing Stars

Void Of Glowing Stars
© Surazeus
2025 10 05

I love to float in void of glowing stars 
with ancient laughter of sweet dinosaurs 
to animate my heart with lust for life 
so when I rise on wild Icarian wings 
I swoop with joy above vast maze of myths 
where now-unworshipped gods live mundane lives. 

Sad for the people killed in civil wars, 
brave Mercury strums lyre on city streets 
to sing enduring anthems of state pride 
for our great empire of fake liberty 
that crumbles into anecdotes of faith 
with fraught assassination of each clown. 

Though tides of timeless change, roiled by despair, 
erase our footsteps from the storm-lashed beach, 
we walk on stairway of wind to the stars 
to wash dirt of oppression from our souls 
when Mercury arrives from somewhere else 
to give us fruit he stole from Tree of Life. 

Legality of my existing soul 
gets challenged by the faceless banker king 
who publishes from blood of fishermen 
deceptive maps with grand road to success 
which strips our shadows from our fragile flesh 
so light tears gashes on our plastic skin. 

All traces of state borders drawn with blood 
vanish from maps of patriotic wars 
now crumpled by scarred hands of Mercury 
who searches gray streets of poisonous smog 
to find the jester crucified at dawn 
who wants to float in void of glowing stars. 

Trapped by vampire eyes of the public ghost, 
I sail my fishing boat on flooded streets 
with guttural laughter of the last full moon 
since homeland, where my ancestors were born, 
is crowded now with foreign immigrants 
who live in house of my lost memories. 

On periwinkle sea foam of my heart 
I draw meridian lines of fortitude 
to rescue child of sorrow when she drowns 
since she always feels she does not belong 
though Mercury gives her citizen card 
which she presents at the museum door. 

There is no dream world inside our real world 
except what Mercury carves with sharp teeth 
on crystal ball of fortunate success 
based on how invisible our souls feel 
when we buy new memories at the church 
where we still swim in void of glowing stars.