Exiled From My Homeland

Exiled From My Homeland
© Surazeus
2026 08 03

Blank glow of everything at flash of dawn 
erases psychic traumas of the past, 
so every man declares he is no pawn 
though angels hang limp on the broken mast 
when our ship of state deconstructs on rocks 
because we are transfixed by singing clocks. 

Trapped by necessity for eating food, 
since we need atoms to energize souls, 
we wait for Death to be in the right mood 
before we announce new national goals 
concerned with increasing profits from work, 
in contrast to the church where devils lurk. 

Inspired by how the frail foal prances free 
with naive joy at beauty of this world, 
I hang out in secret hut of my tree 
to map where the hungry dragon lies curled 
when secret agents with new cameras 
film documentary on chimeras. 

No sacred secrets of the mortal heart 
will be revealed by spells of psychic code 
that my hand carves on the clay spirit chart 
to reveal temple of the divine toad 
who transcribes mathematic formulas 
for flutes to play in cosmic orchestras. 

Disturbed by brave satires of Juvenal, 
which analyze Narcissus state of mind 
that many people find too natural, 
based on persona the devil designed, 
wealthy men try to build Utopias 
through strange scripts of encyclopedias. 

I want to live safe in my haven home 
free from oppression of aggressive thieves 
whose attack leaves me homeless so I roam 
deep in wild mountains where blind angel grieves 
for endless suffering of humanity, 
concealed by progress of urbanity. 

Cassandra welcomes me to her bright cave 
where we discuss world politics of change 
in conspiracy to free every slave, 
though humans seem to find it very strange 
that they can act according to their will 
if their king is sacrificed on the hill. 

Though exiled from my homeland by harsh wars, 
that forces me to wander in strange lands, 
I never will return to broken doors 
where my work is performed by nameless hands, 
so fate of Odysseus mocks my claim 
to award I won in the victim game.