Columbian Sibyl

Columbian Sibyl
© Surazeus
2026 06 28

Because Earth spawns our bodies from the sea 
with untroubled passion to touch the stars, 
I dream about the world before our birth 
and how it spins long after we are gone 
with simple spirals around the blind sun 
though I hope I evolve to something weird. 

With my unreckoning heart by the sea 
I wonder when we humans, urged by lust 
to populate this globe with avatars 
of hungry energy through masks of stone, 
will vanish into swirls of nothingness 
though we swim down to bottom of the heart. 

Clouds crumble into sparkles of sweet rain 
that flush my soul with madness of desire 
so I pluck berries from long tangled vines 
to deconstruct how empires congregate 
gangs of thieves in government institutes 
which manage function of productive minds. 

No lark may long avoid reach of my eye 
with flashing wings of time-slip innocence 
when I ride Xanthus on bright river shore 
with unshelled courage of the blood-stained rose 
as tongueless prophet of the modern age 
when oligarchs control the mental stage. 

I open bronze annals of the oak tree 
to calculate excessive flow of thoughts 
our brains exert to analyze how hope 
spurs each new generation of the Earth 
to fight colossal war for social power 
where Columbian Sybil dwells in the tower. 

While frightened people of the nation work 
day in and day out through endless routine, 
the star-eyed prophet from the mountain cave 
strides city streets from sea to shining sea 
with serpents writhing in his long gray hair 
as he proclaims fall of America. 

From ruins of ambition soon will rise, 
wise prophet of Columbian Sibyl cries, 
new nation you shall call Zarathia 
that will replace your failed America 
with true justice and liberty for all 
who may live as they will, if they harm none. 

Because Earth spawns our spirits from the wind 
with voice of the owl that booms in our hearts, 
I dream how United Nations of Earth 
binds people of the world in global clan 
based on brave principle of ardent faith 
that mothers mold our souls from words of love.