Curse Of Global Fame
© Surazeus
2026 01 29

This collapse of our old world view is no loss
because blind butterflies carry gold stones
to build colossal web of fragile words
from shining filaments of memories
which maps how glass bees pollenate our brains
with frantic visions of escaping cars.

When first my pencil beautifies the world
with breathing figures sprung from rancid eggs,
I purchase prospects to give soul delight
with new creation blooming from fake sight
that spurs my deathless passion to transcend
hard obstacles that block my noble path.

Trapped deep in maze of my seraphic theme,
I hide in vain from curse of global fame
to survey blissful wonders of the sky
we share with every living soul on Earth
which should elate our brains with wishful keys
that opens gate to splendid hall of fears.

Celestial Salem settled long on Earth
decays from endless centuries of change,
no longer calm from lost serenity
despite how high my Muse ascends to Heaven
with balmy wings now crippled by contest
to mold weird vision in tablets of fire.

Blinded by radiance of her bitter eyes,
Damon guards Aurora with hard work,
adjusting parts of engines with steel tools
in brick garage near highway of brave wealth
that shimmers on ethereal plain of hope
beside the warehouse full of romance books.

I fix my ardent view on moon-haze goal
to map whole history of our spinning world
with tale of each lost soul on signless road
composing chronicle of long-dead gods
who spread seraphic pinions with intent
to savor anguish of this comic hour.

Majestic grandeur of thundering flash,
that luminates abyss between our worlds,
expands from passion of my mountain wing
when Zephyr dances in bomb-shattered church
to gather pages torn from book of dreams
and weave them in new global myth of fame.

We bear in trembling hands of honesty
fragments of our lost world view with care
with arduous task of intricate concern
to assemble new puzzle of world truth
which assimilates all religions in creed
that factors all obsessions in one myth.

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Orpheus arranges fragments of our old world view on the round table of Avalon to comprehend wholeness of eternal truth in our hearts.

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