Golden Apple Eris Threw

Golden Apple Eris Threw
© Surazeus
2026 05 25

If I could but teleport anywhere 
when my heart beats frantic with fear of death, 
then I would visit soulmate of my heart 
though she lives on the other side of Earth, 
so in domestic quietude of love 
we may embrace in garden of respect. 

If no celestial light may inward shine 
and through divinity of weird insight 
irradiate my mind with ancient truth, 
then I would record in conceptual spells 
ideal social state fair laws should support 
against which oligarchs forever fight. 

If I may reconstruct this broken world 
on noble principles of honest hope 
that could heal damaged hearts of wounded souls, 
then I would foil with repetitious tricks 
greedy thieves that hijack our government 
and free humanity from psychic debt. 

If I escape loud television shows 
on fierce angelic wings of Icarus 
with brave intent of courage to oppose 
cruel tyrants seeking to enslave mankind, 
then I would drive my car to work at dawn 
to map progress of human ardency. 

If I hear song of brave Persephone 
reverberate through halls of government 
about her plan to free the human heart, 
then I would walk bright Paris streets at dawn 
to find the Golden Apple Eris threw 
so I can choose Athena as my bride. 

If I could step in the same river twice 
to measure ceaseless flow of mental change 
and map configuration of dream time, 
then I would build bronze monument to truth 
to share with Heraclitus chocolate milk 
and ginger cookies in the Parthenon. 

If I could spin fate by the ticking clock 
that rewinds code of human history 
which proves my crazy theory true at last, 
then I would play role of new Thunder God, 
vulnerable to emotional compassion, 
while Phoebus plays organ in the glass church. 

If I should hear the dead speak my new name 
with mountain-echo voice of Raven Ghost, 
then I will strum lost lyre of Mercury, 
and sing while Empire of America 
burns from pillage of cruel oligarchs 
when the White House sinks in mud of contempt.