Secret Scroll Of Tiresias
© Surazeus
2026 01 17

Driven mad by the sweet laughter of truth,
I walk around the town of faceless ghosts
who might be real people with secret names
if I look close enough in their bright eyes
to see one deity our bodies share
animate them with passion to sing their pain.

Scribbling parables from the new age creed
that programs how people perform their roles
in framework of religious fantasy,
I throw book of lies, forged with valency
from myths of miracles, in lake of tears
where fish devour them with rapacity.

Back from lush garden of insanity,
where children struggle to escape dream stones
to play hide and seek in temple of fate,
I knock on locked doors of suburban pride
to sell salvation of the Buddha Toad
who teaches why creatures are free to choose.

Carefully observing forgotten clues
in fragments of tales scattered on the road,
I seek the crippled angel where she hides
in wrecked car on the crumbling bridge of hate
who keeps in her body oracle bones
on which are written spells of vanity.

Purchase dreams that increase capacity
of your brain to analyze bogus fears
preserved in folk beliefs of fulgency
which fester truth in global fallacy
that more than atoms alchemize our souls,
or else admit that love is all you need.

If I see spark of light in cymophane,
retrieved from Persephone on a dare,
I might fall upward in soul-slippery skies
to land in Heaven where devils play games
with humans in cathedrals without hosts
who wait for coming of messiah sleuth.

Though I retreat in labyrinth of fake words
to find secret scroll of Tiresias
on quest to find most fertile Holy Grail,
I always end up at the faith-locked door
to grand cathedral with slant rays of light
where Emily sings hymns of broken hearts.

Young girls in markets sell apples from carts
while I learn magic art of airplane flight
so I can photograph the cosmic core
where God sorts our intergalactic mail
with psychic map designed by Pytheas
who translates riddles of religious birds.

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Orpheus operates poetic machinery of the mind to project ontological visions of the world on walls of arrogant cathedrals where people weep for fall of Lucifer.

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