Free In The Bitter Rain
© Surazeus
2025 03 19

I prowl inside dark mirror of lost time
to shoot star words at bullseye of my eye
while dancing the waltz with my loving gun
who chooses how much angry I should be
till I fall backward in the flowing stream
and float while I sing in the bitter rain.

When I call to my disquieting Muse
to help me analyze this shocking time
when traitors and thieves control government,
she throws me dragon bone of faith to chew,
so I carve holes to hollow out its core
and play haunting flute in the bitter rain.

I dip my hands in fountain of desire
that nourishes eight billion human souls
with stirring stories of women and men
who work together to create free world
where children of their bodies can live free
by fighting tyrants in the bitter rain.

I push against taut walls of the blank book
to expand conscious awareness of truth
so I can base fantasy of my mind
on what is real in swirling of this world,
perceivable as concepts formed by words,
so I can fly free in the bitter rain.

I tell my heart that we will always lose
every person we love with selfless faith,
and everything we create with our hands,
so my heart cries out to the glowing cloud
with the same brave prayer my ancestors prayed
while they kneeled on fire in the bitter rain.

Grand ruins of my castle in tall weeds
waits mute for me to return from the sea
and restore crumbling halls to former glory
so we can gather in candle-lit court
and sing enchanting hymns to nothingness
while cannons blast us in the bitter rain.

Still roaming labyrinth of genetic dreams
where idols of all my ancestors stand,
I gather pages of lost memories
to write new epic of the human tale
with moist prophet eyes of the weeping god
whose healing tears flash in the bitter rain.

At flash of lightning that cracks door of faith
storm god Odin, wielding Spear of Gungnir,
emerges from the crumbling hall of stone
to remove mask of Jesus from his face,
then lifts holy grail of wine and hails Truth,
our Goddess who sings in the bitter rain.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury in Valhalla and sings epithalamium to celebrate marriage of Odin with granddaughter of Jesus.

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