Wise God We Elect
© Surazeus
2026 04 11

Startled by something unseen in the night,
I exchange my face for the mask of light,
then dance with carefree joy in the grove
where wingless fairies of apple trees rove,
but stop and ponder why men fight for power
and who will marry princess in the tower.

I value beauty of our empty world
that spins in galaxy of stars unfurled
with quaint anticipation that strange tune
vibrates with passion of the writhing rune
lithe as wise serpent in tall tree of fruit
that flutters rainbow wings as I play lute.

To stop blood-thirsty tyrant shooting bombs
that shatter safe homes into boneless tombs
Scheherazade recounts one thousand tales
while strolling secretly on mountain trails,
and then one more about the holocaust
humans commit when paradise is lost.

When massive vibration of human souls
beams rainbow shimmer of intense love goals
with effortless grace of perpetual prayer
by chanting spells that unveil ghoul of fear,
we reach out hands of generous respect
to mold zeitgeist in wise god we elect.

Electric phoenix ghost with crystal wings,
that soars above our river vale of rings,
expresses shrill uncanny song of hope
that teaches me constructive ways to cope
with our volatile time of social change
where moral values shift weird angles strange.

Astonished by world-spin of chemicals
in matrix wound from waves of particles,
I catalog all creatures who exist
with sibylline code in dynamic list,
encrypted by psychotic formulas
through cosmic map of the Americas.

Yet proxy actor who plays Lucifer
insists that I perform as Jupiter
in secret mission to guard paradise
by coding social myths with viral price
which redefines how brave heroic deeds
vector calyx pattern of mental seeds.

Though singers come and go in flow of time
eternal song of true love humans mime
will bloom again each season of the heart
in harmony with notes on the dream chart
composed with blood of angels on the scroll
which I archive as duty of my role.

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Orpheus and Scheherazade go camping in the Olympic National Forest to hike the mountain trail, fish by the lake of dreams, and eat roasted fish by the campfire under the twinkling stars.

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