Celestial Loan Of Light

Celestial Loan Of Light
© Surazeus
2025 11 25

Though cars cannot remember where I drive 
within conceptual purview of my brain, 
I strive to transcend limits of my soul 
so I may gain salvation when I pay 
high interest on celestial loan of light 
that fuels my journey to the Promised Land. 

I weave extensive thread of my brain-soul 
through door of every building in the world 
I enter on my journey through its maze 
that weaves immortal spirit of my name 
in shimmering fabric of our matrix mind 
till my face glows on tapestry of time. 

When I discover timeless Tree of Truth 
blooming with apples by the River Styx, 
I carve face of my whole ancestral soul, 
then wear its features as mask of my brain 
so strangers know who I pretend to play 
in social drama of this global age. 

Yet I keep disappearing through each door 
where I float lost on angel wings of faith 
because no one remembers who I am 
as humble offspring of the cosmic wraith, 
trapped in ever-twisting maze of my pride 
till I fall off the cliff into the sea. 

While drowning in deep sea of memories, 
I manifest metal shell of my car 
so I can journey forth through inner space 
till I arrive on the lush new-world shore 
where I forge keys from energy of hope 
to build new state from ruins of the old. 

Erecting system that favors my power 
in long fiscal game of capture the flag, 
I blaze legal roads of psychic control 
to channel traffic of creative force 
composing corporate structures of my brain 
which preserves lustful passion of my heart. 

Homeless and hungry at the pearly gates, 
after losing in the stock market crash, 
I play guitar and sing ache of the heart 
on stage where no one pays me any mind 
till my soul dissipates into car exhaust 
when my voice vibrates on the radio. 

Once I pay back celestial loan of light, 
issued by World Jupiterian Bank, 
I perform role of Lucifer the Wise 
in political play for social power 
which is always won by girl in the tower 
who rewards me well for my sacrifice.