Muddy Field Of Fate
Muddy Field Of Fate
© Surazeus
2025 10 11
She walks across the muddy field of fate
to ask the wingless god if she can fly
but he crawls slowly on assertive legs
with turtle eyes of nuanced haughtiness
to prove that time is measured by our thoughts
that fall as raindrops from the empty sky.
She huddles under willow tree of fate
to ask the eyeless god if she can see
pure essence of the soul in bodied shells
that vibrate with eccentric buzz of wind
too lonely for the jagged stone of fear
to understand why nothingness is real.
She digs potatoes from sun-hardened clay
to ask the handless god if she can take
bright treasure of the emerald from the Earth
and sell it to the mad king in the tower
who asks if she will marry him again
as she runs away to the river plain.
She watches silver moon of innocence
to ask the faceless god if she can play
important role of accessible queen
who listens to complains her people share
before she renders judgment based on truth
about finality of spirit death.
She drives her piston-engine car of fate
to ask the legless god if she can run
ten thousand miles from sea to shining sea
in ancient quest to find the Promised Land
described by prophets in the Holy Book
her father burns to warm cold winter nights.
She draws new navigation map of fate
to ask the heartless god if she can love
every person ever born on this globe
who fight over scarce resources of faith
in constant conflict between old world views
over who will control the narrative.
She wields the gem-tipped scepter of desire
to ask the mindless god if she can know
weird secret of rebirth designed by hope
to generate new child before we die
which replicates immortal soul of genes
as we evolve four hundred million years.
She tears frail pages from the Book of Fate
to ask the wordless god if she can write
new global myth of progress humans make
from warring factions of nationalist pride
to prosperous United Nations of Earth
where every soul is equal in one law.
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Orpheus helps Minerva unite nationalist-blinded empires into global union of democratic states where every person is equal in one law so we do what we will, if we harm none.
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