Become Flowers In Rain
© Surazeus
2026 08 17

Before marble tomb of some long-dead god,
whose descendants crowned themselves kings of hope,
I listen to wordless voice of the wind
tell me about strange vanity of men
who manage other men to do their will
till they die and become flowers in rain.

I find ten thousand tombs of long-dead gods
scattered across new temporary states
where living gods rule from high offices
concerned about survival this fraught hour
while thousands strive to gain that seat of power
though butterflies explain wisdom of love.

Should Time reallocate energy sparks
enough for me to play on stage of fate
wise god who manages affairs of state,
I will accept with grace her calm command
to plan program that funds creative work
which nurtures talents of committed souls.

Should I succeed in my inspiring plot
to implement social program for scheme
that provides urge of hope for every soul,
people may mold metal in my shape
to capture in changeless idol of hope
bold spirit of my vision for their lives.

Yet I prefer to play my private role
as plain artificial world generator
when I design with sentences and shapes
tales that map complete history of mankind
on time-animated atlas of hope
so we analyze our progress so far.

When I was young some thirty years ago
I exited maze of the social grid
and traveled east on the Oregon Trail,
where my ancestors in wagons went west,
to find my homeland that does not exist,
but dance till I become flowers in rain.

Though empires rise and fall in tides of change,
which elevates some mortal man as god
till they dissolve into stories in books,
I keep on walking down the signless road
to map our journey till the sun explodes
and we become atomic ghosts of light.

She asks me if I know how I should feel,
so I write verses of riddles in sand
to record dream of my epiphany
that programs how my brain perceives the world
till waves of time wipe all my words away
and wind sings on beach of eternity.

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Orpheus carves name of every mortal man who played god in history of empires in the vast confusing story of human history since we become flowers in rain.

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