Special Magic Car
© Surazeus
2025 03 12

Imperfect passion of my potent prayer,
which stirs vibrations in the silent air,
inspires my heart to wear mask of Dead God
entrapped in marble idol on the wall
whose eyes blow souls of light to seed the world
with primal trees of anguish for the herald.

Erecting fertilizing eye through faith
in patient flutter angel wings express,
I ponder if my soul is real at all
since I gestated in the peach-flesh pod,
and now dig furrows with aggressive plow
while pausing now and then to wonder how.

Now drifting from old complicated rules
that dictate method to exploit mind tools,
our hearts consume delicious thoughts of hope
from mutant demon stuck inside pear cake
while pious worshippers of faceless gods
pen solemn hymns with quills dipped in my blood.

Thus I compile proverbs of life success
in subtle fairy tales of wicked wives
who quilt eccentric memories of cows
in long meandering formulas of fate
to preach redemption at the broken gate
where songs of freedom count for so much less.

Diffused from sources lost in dusty halls,
kept hidden by custodians of our truth,
shared memory of our history recompiled
numbs fierce ambitious men to change the world
with bold consensus of defensive faith
that disturbs complacent societies.

Tangible table of my dreaming brain
preserves edible jokes in psychic code
never translated yet by the lake horse
whose spirit multiplies in countless crows
that gather laughing round my open door
to sing in harmony with my lyre tune.

Not one single arrogant king of pride
will inherit this Earth they claim as theirs
for they are nothing more than clumps of clay
strutting their brief hour on stage of false fate,
since with electric light of shuddered dawn
they dissipate from divine breath of truth.

If you would buy this special magic car
with cryptocurrency from clueless clown,
that drives itself on the highway to Hell,
you might lament crashing our ship of state
with confidence of the Titanic captain
who breaks America we love too well.

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Orpheus rides the oversized special magic car in the vast maze of America on vain quest to find the Crown of Thorns that Jesus threw in the sea.

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