Realms Of Endless Change
© Surazeus
2025 11 24

Reluctant aeronaut suited in steel
accepts droll mission from brave Jupiter,
stair-sweeper in lighthouse of immense gloom,
to find lost treasure forged from secret eggs
exposed by tongueless seeker from gray hills,
but sits all day on bench by the town hall.

Extracting elements of the True Self
from twisted sentences of holy books,
one-sandaled Jason steals the last glass door
from bleak castle of Doctor Frankenstein
whose ghost sneaks up behind me at midnight
so I replace the batteries of my brain.

Deprogrammed by wise witch of Zathamar,
who studies at the Lenin Institute,
teenage Narcissus learns to play guitar
then sings The Sounds of Silence by the bank
where Jupiter conspires with Artemis
to fund small companies with generous terms.

Alert confusion woven from white lies
reveals clandestine motive of the owl
to buy old manuscripts for state archives
once stolen from hidden underground tombs
to prove God is illusion of mankind
designed with the best features dead kings.

Struck by strange portrait of the singing horse
that hangs above fireplace mantle of pride,
Narcissus sits beside the sparkling stream
and strums guitar to practice singing spells
in shocking harmony with falling bombs
though he longs to run and hide in the hills.

Because the grand world has no need of me,
I leave prayers in lighthouse far from the sea
suspended between realms of endless change
to prove I am no more important at all
than subtle beauty of wind in the grass,
so I record her wise proverbs on tape.

Though Jason drowns every day in the sea
he clings safely to the secret belief
that every human lost in maze of hope
is more important than our long-dead gods
despite dire warning of electric storms
that flash in tune with television themes.

If I participate in all your schemes
oppressing people of the Earth with debt
then I gain power of political fear
to earn excessive votes of greedy fools
who try to escape realms of endless change
till we all vanish as dust in the wind.

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Orpheus explains the Realm of Ideas, which Christians call Heaven, devised by Plato to describe linguistic psychology.

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