Vanishing Of Bitter Fate
Vanishing Of Bitter Fate
© Surazeus
2025 09 20
Your many voices chattering in sunlight
radiate from countless television screens
in waves of hope across the city maze
where gleaming cars stream past buildings of brick
through endless vanishing of bitter faith
that leaves us lonely on the river shore.
If I use love to build my mortal house
out on the endless prairie of sad wind,
despite my vain search for the Promised Land,
I might almost escape hunger of hope
to hide my plangent heart in grave of time
from which will bloom the primal Tree of Life.
The forlorn whippoorwill in cloistered woods
discusses humble passion of the seer
who leads grim-eager Pilgrims down through Hell
before their bodies dissolve into dust
through uncanny affection for the sky
where water waits to fertilize the world.
We fear most what we sense in our dark hearts
so we should measure rainfall before dawn
in solemn preparation for our death
since we must improvise our social role
with outrageous respect for humble souls
who dare defy the tyrant in his tower.
With Key of Wisdom burning in my hand
I disassemble puzzle forged by fate,
exposing greed of cruel ambitious men
who attempt to reframe the narrative
so they are always right in game of power
till they exhaust their rage with bitter hate.
When I meet the oxcart man on the road
that winds around the mountain of mad ghosts
he asks if I would like to buy his cart
which he constructed from dinosaur bones
so I steal tattered wings of Icarus
and dance around the fire with shaman chants.
When I transform into the Spotted Owl
I flutter wings of laughter in moonlight
and soar on the road my ancestors blazed
ten thousand years Scythia to Oregon
where I translate the ancient song of waves
to verses humans fail to understand.
When I arrive at the End of the World
I stand beneath the Tower of Hercules
to strum the ancient Lyre of Mercury
and sing about fall of America
from which we build world empire based on truth
long after vanishing of bitter fate.
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Orpheus teaches children in high school the history of the rise and fall of the American Empire and how it was replaced by the World Republic of Zarathia.
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