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Tuesday, December 9, 2025

Find Spirit Of Korth

Find Spirit Of Korth
© Surazeus
2025 12 09

Without systematic building of lies 
our eyes could almost see the perfect skies 
where angels dance in mirror of the brain 
because their tears are not refreshing rain 
despite contrivance of the circus clown 
who weeps to see the pretty mermaids frown. 

When lions prance on sidewalk of my heart 
to show me secret treasures off the chart, 
I draw the universe you wish to see 
since art my hands create must remain free 
for children to rebuild their bombed-out homes 
as chronicled in dust-caked history tomes. 

Though people like to other me with tags 
that box my wild demonic soul with rags, 
I follow flock of ravens to the north 
where Scottish fairies still worship the Korth 
who incarnates through every thirteenth witch 
which means I am example of her glitch. 

So I appear before the wandering tribe, 
as angel radiant with celestial vibe 
by wearing gold crown of the star-eyed god, 
recruiting them to join my justice squad 
on sacred mission to reframe the world 
as dramatic stage for the cosmic herald. 

But all my grand visions of paradise 
are gambled away by roll of the dice 
which leaves my spirit destitute of truth, 
yet I clutch cracked mask of messiah sleuth 
that I wore last year to the palace ball 
before my spectacular social fall. 

While climbing mountain trail of my failed quest 
to actualize through play my human best, 
I cling with false bravado to my scroll 
which details functions of my corporate role, 
till I find idol of Korth on the hill 
carved with her motto, Live through your free will. 

Searching for true heritage of my clan, 
I escape America while I can 
to explore sacred Isle of Avalon 
far from where I was born in Oregon 
till I find Spirit of Korth in my heart 
as humble girl with her apple pushcart. 

As thirteenth witch descended from cute Korth, 
I build new home beside the Firth of Forth 
so collapsing empire affects me not 
since I am just another landless Scot 
who wanders nowhere in the Evening Land 
with nothing but weird Dream Book in my hand. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus kneels before radiant goddess Korth whose eyes illuminate mysterious psychic dream world of our computer-programmed brains.

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