Ride Carousel Of Fate
© Surazeus
2026 01 25

If the sky is doorway to everywhere,
opened wide by joy of my aching heart,
then I will soar into immensity
with awe at breathless beauty of all light
which I perceive with mind-expanding scope
of conscious passion for honest respect.

If owl of my heart, perched on broken branch
of faith in cosmic energy of love,
stirs ancient wings of silent urgency,
then I will find pure egg of soul rebirth
gleaming with crystal eyes inside my brain
as psychic battery charged with solemn words.

If holy cow of spirit-fueling milk
arrives at dawn across the misty field,
pulling wagon of bricks baked in the sun,
then I will build new temple for our god
who holds the spotted dragon egg of faith
with tender care of time-unspooling hope.

If opal gleaming on the signless road,
containing eyes of every long-dead god,
radiates pure wisdom of eccentric books,
then I will dig sacred river canal
so we can irrigate vast fields of wheat
that forms foundation of our empire state.

If angels guard our bodies while we vote
for who will rule our disorganized state
with random laws he thinks of in the bath,
then I will count how many apple seeds
lie scattered on the marble temple floor
where turtles analyze profits through loss.

If blind children ride carousel of fate
with sly plan to paint frescoes on church walls
depicting deaths of saints in accidents,
then I will travel toward the holy land
through flashing portal of argentine light
to find divine doctor who heals all wounds.

If my grandfather flies airplane of faith
low over rippling lake of secret snakes
who sing psalms in heavenly choir of ghosts,
then I will map every telephone pole
that connects our brains as the world wide web
in global marketplace of false ideas.

If I keep walking in circles of truths
in frantic chase for the most scathing joke
that exposes weakness of tyranny,
then I will carve runes on the rock of ages
cleft wide by earnest zeal of loyalists
so we can ride the carousel of fate.

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Orpheus and Orion arrive with box of tools to fix broken engine that operates the cosmic carousel of fate so we can restore peace on Earth.

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