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Tuesday, April 28, 2026

Still-Changing Maze

Still-Changing Maze
© Surazeus
2026 04 28

Lost in still-changing maze of social myths, 
I carry memories of home in my heart 
which shines with ancestral star of my soul 
so I may journey straight toward my life goal 
though Truth keeps shifting frame of reference 
to readjust focus of my world view. 

Blind in still-changing maze of ancient truths, 
I sing electric radiance of my heart 
that echoes clear off high museum walls 
so I know where I am on path of time 
as we progress from warring nation-states 
to global union of factories and farms. 

Helpless in still-changing maze of desire, 
I whisper ephemeral web of hope 
as I crawl cobblestone road of concern 
with blood on my hands and dirt on my face 
from defending fruit garden of my home 
to protect my family from greedy thieves. 

Awake in still-changing maze of mad ghosts, 
I strum the lyre of Mercury with sass 
to deflate pompous tyrants with bad jokes 
when the clown wears plastic crown of the king 
and struts on battleship of cowardice 
to beat his chest with fierce gorilla shriek. 

Amused in still-changing maze of brave cowards, 
I join parade of angels withing wings 
who follow Lucifer with Torch of Truth 
to oppose tyranny of Jupiter 
who lives in quaint cottage across the lake 
where he strolls in woods to commune with Nature. 

Surprised in still-changing maze of wise fools, 
I carve dream runes on trunks of countless trees 
to chronicle whole history of the world 
while glowing clouds cast shadows on the world 
where fishermen hold flowers of respect 
and ask ballerinas to marry them. 

Dazed in still-changing maze of psychic faith, 
I perform role of social architect 
to design global political system 
based on justice and liberty for all, 
then fly Icarus kite in city park 
where wild children turn into butterflies. 

Glad in still-changing maze of sordid facts, 
I must extract aesthetic capital 
from harsh suffering common people endure 
by singing elegy to praise the dead 
who wander labyrinth of timeless dreams 
as wordless shadows trapped in tales of books. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus maps still-changing maze of American society to find the ancient Museum of Timeless Truth somewhere in some small country town.

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