Realms Of Endless Change

Realms Of Endless Change
© Surazeus
2025 11 24

Reluctant aeronaut suited in steel 
accepts droll mission from brave Jupiter, 
stair-sweeper in lighthouse of immense gloom, 
to find lost treasure forged from secret eggs 
exposed by tongueless seeker from gray hills, 
but sits all day on bench by the town hall. 

Extracting elements of the True Self 
from twisted sentences of holy books, 
one-sandaled Jason steals the last glass door 
from bleak castle of Doctor Frankenstein 
whose ghost sneaks up behind me at midnight 
so I replace the batteries of my brain. 

Deprogrammed by wise witch of Zathamar, 
who studies at the Lenin Institute, 
teenage Narcissus learns to play guitar 
then sings The Sounds of Silence by the bank 
where Jupiter conspires with Artemis 
to fund small companies with generous terms. 

Alert confusion woven from white lies 
reveals clandestine motive of the owl 
to buy old manuscripts for state archives 
once stolen from hidden underground tombs 
to prove God is illusion of mankind 
designed with the best features dead kings. 

Struck by strange portrait of the singing horse 
that hangs above fireplace mantle of pride, 
Narcissus sits beside the sparkling stream 
and strums guitar to practice singing spells 
in shocking harmony with falling bombs 
though he longs to run and hide in the hills. 

Because the grand world has no need of me, 
I leave prayers in lighthouse far from the sea 
suspended between realms of endless change 
to prove I am no more important at all 
than subtle beauty of wind in the grass, 
so I record her wise proverbs on tape. 

Though Jason drowns every day in the sea 
he clings safely to the secret belief 
that every human lost in maze of hope 
is more important than our long-dead gods 
despite dire warning of electric storms 
that flash in tune with television themes. 

If I participate in all your schemes 
oppressing people of the Earth with debt 
then I gain power of political fear 
to earn excessive votes of greedy fools 
who try to escape realms of endless change 
till we all vanish as dust in the wind.