Secret Scroll Of Tiresias

Secret Scroll Of Tiresias
© Surazeus
2026 01 17

Driven mad by the sweet laughter of truth, 
I walk around the town of faceless ghosts 
who might be real people with secret names 
if I look close enough in their bright eyes 
to see one deity our bodies share 
animate them with passion to sing their pain. 

Scribbling parables from the new age creed 
that programs how people perform their roles 
in framework of religious fantasy, 
I throw book of lies, forged with valency 
from myths of miracles, in lake of tears 
where fish devour them with rapacity. 

Back from lush garden of insanity, 
where children struggle to escape dream stones 
to play hide and seek in temple of fate, 
I knock on locked doors of suburban pride 
to sell salvation of the Buddha Toad 
who teaches why creatures are free to choose. 

Carefully observing forgotten clues 
in fragments of tales scattered on the road, 
I seek the crippled angel where she hides 
in wrecked car on the crumbling bridge of hate 
who keeps in her body oracle bones 
on which are written spells of vanity. 

Purchase dreams that increase capacity 
of your brain to analyze bogus fears 
preserved in folk beliefs of fulgency 
which fester truth in global fallacy 
that more than atoms alchemize our souls, 
or else admit that love is all you need. 

If I see spark of light in cymophane, 
retrieved from Persephone on a dare, 
I might fall upward in soul-slippery skies 
to land in Heaven where devils play games 
with humans in cathedrals without hosts 
who wait for coming of messiah sleuth. 

Though I retreat in labyrinth of fake words 
to find secret scroll of Tiresias 
on quest to find most fertile Holy Grail, 
I always end up at the faith-locked door 
to grand cathedral with slant rays of light 
where Emily sings hymns of broken hearts. 

Young girls in markets sell apples from carts 
while I learn magic art of airplane flight 
so I can photograph the cosmic core 
where God sorts our intergalactic mail 
with psychic map designed by Pytheas 
who translates riddles of religious birds.