Accidental Angel Flight

Accidental Angel Flight
© Surazeus
2026 05 01

If in old lost times we accelerate 
rapid analysis twisted by fate, 
our accidental angel flight through Hell 
may reveal location of the Dream Well 
teeming with ghosts of blind subconscious dead 
who want to become alive in my head. 

Traitors never honestly realize 
plowed fields exonerate word-bleeding skies 
with marble statues of bullies wearing crowns 
who subjugate theology of towns 
by building monuments of social power 
from psychic energy of the sad flower. 

Disintegration of stale social norms 
expands from rugged boulders of named forms 
to prove we never understand why stars 
spark piston engines of time-machine cars 
because I drive too fast on diamond roads 
to find sacred temples of divine toads. 

Beyond last private cove of romance plays 
my true soulmate waits in arrogant haze 
with secret book she stole from half-dead god 
that describes how to make Aaronic rod 
from writhing serpent energy of lust 
because marriage is based on mutual trust. 

Rapid expansion of our empire scope 
adjusts disbursement of religious hope 
only to those who belong to our tribe 
regardless of how they tune the world vibe 
by dancing wildly on the global stage 
based on rules Isaiah bleeds on the page. 

Startled by arrival of the blind king 
who rides the donkey while brave sirens sing, 
sweet Sibyl lectures on the pyramid 
as government office where truth is hid 
inside ripe apricot of mental code 
she gives to pilgrims bearing heavy load. 

Arrival on strange shores of nameless lands 
confuses angels who steal without hands 
because my mother hides secrets in tale 
about my father swallowed by the whale 
when he dared prophesy against the king 
who gave him invisibility ring. 

Humans learned to walk in the ocean tide 
by standing upright when the red moon cried 
so our hands are free to manipulate 
material objects bound by random fate 
because we choose by nature how to play 
joyful games of chase while blind devils pray.