Puzzle Of My Woke Sky

Puzzle Of My Woke Sky
© Surazeus
2025 11 20

Now I will reflect upon my woke sky 
to save the world from slick incompetence 
with joyful laughter of harrowing faith 
that channels energy of fraught despair 
to fuel my quest to build the Promised Land 
from fractured memories of potent minds. 

Through ballistic dance under my woke sky 
as wingless angel with sun-spotted mind 
I shall narrate in tapestry of faith 
conceptual schemes of purged utility 
through objective correlative of tricks 
designed to fool the faithful with sweet lies. 

Still assembling puzzle of my woke sky 
from disconcerting truths of bitter jokes, 
I knock slow on every numberless door 
to find the hero of the modern world 
who could lead army of the bleeding cross 
to cast our devil in the pit of fire. 

Alarmed by cruel jester of my woke sky 
because he clings to ring of arrogance, 
I ride white horse off the merry-go-round 
in revolution of the working class 
to reclaim wisdom of the burning book 
while Cinderella bakes us chocolate cake. 

Alert with convenience of my woke sky 
through deviant expectations of the rich, 
I calculate how long our dream will last 
when we rebuild the Argo with new wood 
to sail the seven seas with cameras, 
commissioned to record why empires fall. 

Concerned about death rays from my woke sky 
that radiate fragile souls of privilege 
with intercontinental tweets of crows, 
I wrestle radioactive angel of death 
to climb the stairway to Heaven at dawn 
where Jesus waits for me with nuclear eyes. 

Impressed by thunderstorm of my woke sky, 
I sit on bench beside the surging sea 
and watch ships heaped with containers of souls 
bring treasures of our hearts to distant lands 
because I hold your lost dreams in my hands 
and feel their wings beat with divine respect. 

One trembling star that gleams in my woke sky 
illuminates confusing world of souls 
with brilliant beauty of this wretched life 
so after all our wars for thought control 
we hold hands in the ring of shining stones 
and sing of peace we never will achieve.