Table Of Feast And Song

Table Of Feast And Song
© Surazeus
2026 03 09

When the wind blows through the doors of my heart, 
I wake from dream where our world falls apart, 
so I stroll among flowers of the field 
to contemplate virtual world on war shield 
which Achilles bore with defiant arm 
when he fought great war of feminine charm. 

Programmed with dreams of the language machine, 
my brain assembles from weird puzzling facts 
patchwork world view that frames what might be real 
through fraught ontology my thoughts design 
that centers everything on Death and Tax 
since Earth is indifferent to how I feel. 

Learning how to shape dreams from Morpheus 
so Ideas of Plato catalog 
objects I perceive with subjective stance, 
I weave vast tapestry of fractured tales 
that represent patterns of psychic tropes 
which nurture how our hearts survive on hopes. 

Wearing discarded mask of Orpheus, 
I search through endless swirls of verbal fog 
to find my brain expanding from dream trance 
with solemn beauty of wise ocean whales 
who float with jeweled crowns and red silk robes, 
and discuss organic life on earth globes. 

With Lamp of Liberty and Book of Deeds, 
I walk crowded streets of America 
as prophet who returns from the waste land 
with sacred proverbs based on moral rules 
that define good and bad as acts we play 
to construct or destruct structures of atoms. 

I worship the Sun as Solaria 
that weaves our bodies from soul-beams of light, 
and worship the Earth as Telluria 
that generates our souls from singing waves, 
for I am temporary name-masked soul 
attentive to perform my chosen role. 

Wise Shepherd in lush field of sparkling wheat 
guides us with his staff of comforting light 
through the valley of the shadow of death 
to the lake that teems with delicious fish 
where he prepares table of feast and song 
so we dwell in house of wisdom he built. 

When the wind blows through the doors of my heart, 
I rebuild our lost world with new star chart 
to shelter every refugee from war 
who shares labor in the field and the store, 
while Aeneas reigns in tower of dreams 
to guard our tribe that dwells by flowing streams.