White Half-Sunk Boat
© Surazeus
2025 03 17

The pear on the porcelain plate desires
soft caress of delicate leaves to feel
passion of hundred million open doors
that call the old man in white half-sunk boat
who splashes river water to explain
how generosity of love seals fate.

He tells happy children in the schoolyard
that he must go to the jungle of fear
and fight the monsters of despairing greed
where eyeless angels float among tall trees
to calculate sentient grade of true love
sold by the old man in white half-sunk boat.

Stumbling over the invisible wall
that forms the boundary line of arrogance
between opposing nation-states of mind,
he waits still in white half-sunk boat of faith
for birds of paradise to claim gold keys
so they can live in castles made of sand.

Each book he steals from vast library hall,
that describes maneuver tactics of war,
he scatters in the muddy field of corn
along with the long-forgotten brass horn
that Jericho blew to defeat the king
in revolution of white half-sunk boat.

With crozier forged from dragon-crippling brass
Patricius strides on snake-infested shore
to fight death-eaters in the ring of stones
who oppress people of the Emerald Isle
which frees their bodies from their mind control
so they gather by the river at dusk.

Ignoring old man in white half-sunk boat
who prophesies the falling of fake bombs,
the priest twirls crozier in tense martial stance
and fights fierce shaman of the serpent cult
for who has right to live in paradise
and eat fruit of the sacred knowledge tree.

The pear on the table of puzzle shards
shines suddenly bright with ten thousand eyes
who all gaze at glass screen of timeless dreams
which display faceless ghosts of politics
as noble heroes who sacrificed life
to save their families for the photograph.

Torn photograph of his large family
twitches in white half-sunk boat of regret
so he limps slow with stoic agony
to buy his eyes back from the jester-king
then sits on back porch with stringless guitar
to sing heart-breaking psalms of fortitude.

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Orpheus faces Patricius in the ring of stones on Hill of Tara to discuss civil rights of every person born from the rolling stone.

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