Gold Sibylline Cage
© Surazeus
2026 05 05

I will fight no more wars of holy hope
against aggressive growing of hill grass
that always seems to know where I am at
in faltered progress to the Promised Land
where I am sure to find fortune and fame
that traps me in the gold sibylline cage.

When rain drenches Earth in casual tears,
I hold umbrella with careful concern
over head of the person I love most,
who gazes at me with astonishment
as if they never thought I could be kind,
then we walk awkwardly in the dark streets.

I keep thinking about her all the time
no matter where I am in maze of doors
because I hope she is happy and safe
alone of all the people in the world,
though I hope they are safe in general terms
while we all wait for the apocalypse.

What revelation should we all expect,
I wonder with obsessive nonchalance,
except the fact that humans always form
systems of social rights and privileges
based on strict hierarchies of wealth and race,
all living under the God with no face.

She laughs when I explain with tangled words
my convoluted theory of state power
based on control of psychic energy
contained in conceptual symbols of hope
that we are not tangles of hungry genes
which replicate themselves to dominate.

Eating fried beef sandwiches by the lake,
that teems with strange demonic energy,
we chat about costumes of the elite
who decorate themselves outrageously
with classy style of the suave urbane clown
when they strut before cameras of fame.

I ask if I could be more serious
with refined sense of cultivated style,
but she assures me with amorous smirk
that she loves the bold jester of my heart
who follows Isaiah and Juvenal
to compose scathing satires of respect.

Resigned to fateful role of satirist,
whose brave mimetic gestures of defiance
highlight complex nature of being human,
I go on pilgrimage to Aquinum
where I strum lyre of Mercury and sing
in Temple of Hercules Liberator.

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Orpheus appoints his son Lucifer as Poet Laureate of Zarathia, so he goes fishing on the mountain lake far away from the city of power.

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