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Sunday, April 5, 2026

Grand Event To Play

Grand Event To Play
© Surazeus
2026 04 05

Flowing on away into evening light 
that floats suspended in green glowing leaves, 
my memories dissolve to empty scenes 
of passion for the grand event to play 
in huge museum on the river shore, 
crowded with white statues of long-dead gods. 

I love graceful goddess who has no face 
because she understands the gift of life 
encasing light of stars in frame of flesh 
urged by desire to procreate its soul 
which glows inside weird tangle of my brain 
with scenes of their achievements to survive. 

When shy Psyche visits garden of pears 
to find the language of her aching heart 
she buried under hollow stone of hope, 
she finds me holding darkness in my hand 
so she gives it wings to escape my mouth, 
then takes my hand and smiles with knowingness. 

Water of Heaven flows out of my eyes 
so I drink laughter of the flashing stream 
where swirling portal to infinity 
reveals strange beauty of this spinning globe 
that nurtures my body with starry breath 
even as I dwindle to silent books. 

My hungry spirit of barbarity 
will vanish into clocks of factories 
contrived by wizards of the wingless horse 
to build ten million time machines of fate 
so I can drive from sea to shining sea 
just fast enough to almost escape death. 

Haunted by indifferent Nature of change, 
I cobble new narrative for my life 
by stringing random events in taut thread 
that twangs from magic touch of Orpheus 
to make sense from harsh events I endure 
that seems to give my journey some grand goal. 

Sweet dissonance of clashing purposes 
reveals ambitious strategies for growth 
contrary to oppression of the state 
that crushes honest people under plots 
designed to figure characters from tales 
who choose the lighthouse as clandestine fate. 

Unraveling years of our weightless curse 
expands dim consciousness of signal lights 
that flash through gloom of swirling alphabets 
toward which we sail on fractured view of truth 
with brave intention to restore from ruin 
abandoned temple of the laughing god. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus sits around all day in his quaint suburban house, refusing to participate in grand events to play role of the psychopomp in insane times.

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