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Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Tyrant In Gold Tower

Tyrant In Gold Tower
© Surazeus
2026 06 30

Wolves in vast meadow of the star-eyed flower, 
who understand assignment of the heart, 
erase from dream the tyrant in gold tower 
who steals ripe apples from the broken cart. 
Exponent of creation from the Earth, 
love teaches us what sorrow should be worth. 

From river bed I gather chrysoprase 
that gleam with vibrant hue of nickel flakes 
so I may transcend level of each phase 
through hidden tunnels of electric lakes. 
If faith is peerless bridge of eagerness, 
I play my scene as humble Sisyphus. 

On vacillating feet of holy pride 
I leap on wings of Icarus to teach 
brave children how to find what angels hide 
in necessary caverns beyond reach. 
Why modesty reverses magnitude 
I calculate through haughty fortitude. 

More bountiful with each exploding dawn, 
my heart expands scope of its confidence 
to rise from grave of laughter on bombed lawn 
and eat rose petals with fierce nonchalance. 
Weird flames of sunrise burn mask of despair 
so I stand laughing on time-twisted stair. 

Minerva asks calm Death for secret code 
by which she calls my heart of grinding gears 
that traps lithe Spirit of the signless road 
with fame of dust designed by puppeteers. 
Encased in pulsing shell of thinking clay, 
Apollo asks me to come out and play. 

Through hungry Will of cosmic energy 
I act in line with channel of my brain 
to prove peace is no fiction of the free 
despite how far I ballet in bleak rain. 
Through observation manifold of fate 
I question how my choices transform hate. 

Escaping backward to sea shore of hope, 
I dare confront her glittering embrace 
when Death disguised as Love helps me to cope 
with blinding beauty of her glamorous face. 
Immersed in constant flux of mental growth, 
I resurrect my passion through weird oath. 

Without instruction of divine concern, 
Fame dotes on those whose hearts play calm with ease, 
yet I gain happiness each time I learn 
thought formulas that beam atomic keys. 
Death blows my wounded heart with vanity 
that heals with wisdom through vitality. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus asks everybody in the country if they have ever seen the tyrant in gold tower, but no one cares as they celebrate the Semiquincentennial of America.

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