Saturday, May 30, 2026

Riddles Of The Why

Riddles Of The Why
© Surazeus
2026 05 30

I like to float on wordless breath of thought 
as I pretend my soul cannot be bought, 
though children chasing shadows in the woods 
leave broken dreams in doorless neighborhoods, 
so I lie prone on couch of innocence 
to plot new revolution of good sense. 

I take my face off when the moon returns 
to look for lost book among rain-wet ferns 
since elevators drop me to my day 
because I still refuse the right to pray 
with fervent faith to no one in the sky 
who never answers riddles of the why. 

I want to make Sarmatia great again 
but I cannot find my gold fountain pen 
to write about how Queen Amage fought 
invaders with the sword her wisdom wrought 
that gleams invisible inside my heart 
with love for Alba and her apple cart. 

My heart resides in hills of Avalon 
though I was born in vale of Oregon 
so I hitchhike back east on signless road 
that leads me to dark lake of the God Toad 
who teaches me to play the Hermean lyre 
that channels energy of soul desire. 

When I row boat across the sloshing sea 
to forest where the white crow with glass key 
reveals strange secret of the golden flower 
that blooms from sorrow in the doorless tower, 
I legislate the sacred right to vote 
for global savior on the floating boat. 

We struggle to survive since hour of birth 
through strategic fight to control the Earth 
by constructing food-production machine 
designed to favor all by Melusine 
who guides my heart with riddles of the why 
so I project my god face at blue sky. 

My global revolution of good sense 
inspires brave souls still stuck in reticence 
to risk calm state of their healthy life style 
by tricking Satan with the clever guile 
concerning strict obedience to the law 
though we try to evade the lethal jaw. 

Desire to live beyond death of the soul 
drives fierce fanatics to attain this goal 
by grasping vainly at ethereal wind 
that misdirects the greedy king who sinned 
by smashing palace where First Ladies dwell 
so I throw snake runes in the dreamless well. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus manages reconstruction of the East Wing of the White House from crystal bones of beautiful angels fallen from Heaven that does not exist.

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