Clarity Of My Open Heart

Clarity Of My Open Heart
© Surazeus
2026 06 30

If I decide to enter clarity 
of my open heart with fruit of the Earth, 
I may attend the vineyard of my dreams 
to harvest wisdom from experience 
so I alone will benefit from code 
that programs how my brain perceives the world. 

I leave my insight wrapped in riddle-code 
as gifts that preserve treasure of strange truth 
along the winding road of anywhere 
for anyone to open if they dare 
release from polished box Pandora made 
arcane concepts that reprogram the brain. 

Though bright-eyed angels in silver-winged planes 
bomb golden-mirrored palaces of Europe 
to heaps of broken images with faith 
in divinity of atomic light, 
I hold key to Heaven in trembling hand 
where I stand in ruins of paradise. 

I strike with boldness of courageous hope 
to snatch from head of Jesus Crown of Thorns 
which I wear to proclaim myself with pride 
Emperor of Earth with Wand of Zambor 
which he forged from bent Thunderbolt of Zeus 
when I found nation of Zarathia. 

When frail poet Keatius in black cloak 
finds me slumbering on the river shore, 
his cry of anguish wakes me from strange dream, 
so I rise up from chthonic ground of gloom 
and lead him to grove where Sellaeus strums 
Lyre of Mercury and sings with sharp voice. 

Thus I, Saturnus, Wielder of Anor, 
proclaim them legislators of the world, 
assigned to chronicle in sublime verse 
noble quests of us ancient fallen gods 
to reassert long-lost authority 
that we claim through weird wisdom of our words. 

Freed from harsh chains of brutal punishment, 
Prometheus wanders waste lands of the Earth 
with Adam and Hyperion by his side, 
as restless children of cruel Frankenstein, 
till we seize control through socialist coup 
both Vatican and White House to rule Earth. 

When Percivalus and Ioannes find 
corpse of my power, tangled in torn wings, 
rotting in library of unread books, 
they burn me on bonfire of vanities 
to secure justice and freedom for all 
who walk the signless road to Wonderland.