Fabulous Treasure Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 09 16

I read the book that never could exist
while stuck in dreary store of creeping fog
that dares my heart to honor obscure sage
who lurks in hollow church of loneliness
with confusing script of the tragic play
about the nameless king no one remembers.

Awake on eve of my great journey home,
I steal the fabulous treasure of faith
concealed inside exotic book of lies
with strange letters impossible to read
because they conceal true image of God
that proves my cherished beliefs are illusions.

Proficient in the art of painting ghosts
that hide in uncarved blocks of marble hope,
I vow to exonerate the mad king
who never admits what he does is wrong
while slouching in dark corner of dire fate
despite the entertaining schemes of jesters.

My mother rushes to the edge of town
to claim inheritance from the blind clown
who tries to move great mountain of lost faith
with seismic laughter of the two-faced wraith
because my father slams his fist in rage
that she dares to enter the beauty pageant.

Through blooming jasmine of the shadowed past
she walks with brisk assertion of despair
toward grotto veiled with tangled skeins of thought
where timeless now of everywhere glows clear
with evanescent passion of true love,
though stolen fruit of fate has become rotten.

She decides to not fall into the sea
because she understands the sound of blue
that echoes deep in nothingness of time
by changing special paradigm of trust
which traps our bodies in the Nevermore
mapped by the voyager who knows his demon.

Chained by concept of unreality,
unreferenced by complex feelings denied,
she programs system of new precedence
concealing weird illusions of fake words
to translate sacred wisdom of dark birds
to fractured language used by the Decider.

Partaking of the midnight eucharist
described in tabloids of prurient faith,
Minerva chooses to aver weird truth
staged as symbolic gestures angels trade,
so I read the book that may not exist
except in dream library up in Heaven.

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