Wrong Direction Home
© Surazeus
2026 02 08

If my emotions leave tracks in the snow
to misdirect the tyrant from my goal
then I will journey wrong direction home
to fool the gang of thieves with perfect signs
so no cruel bully driven mad by greed
could ever predict motion of my heart.

When I review strange journey of my life
I realize with absolute surprise
that I left false trail of my broken heart
for all my loyal followers to find
that leads them far across the smokeless hills
where they search everywhere for sparkling rills.

Beneath gold statue of their long dead god
I rise with bruised knees of disabled faith
and pluck ripe lemons from the Tree of Life
then wander by crystal river of tears
where Shekinah sits on glorious throne
with crown of bright diamonds that blind my eyes.

Flamboyant sunset of exploding eyes
feathers clouds with glory of devil wings
so I hug every lonely soul I love
because they think I am Saturn reborn
though I prefer to play Phoebus on stage
while folding wind in pages of the book.

Though negligence attracts the mumbling ghost
who tries to play wise counselor for me
I shun the shining face of Robot God
to save myself from agony of truth
when I accept grand prize of global fame
that crushes weak souls into followers.

I hold sweet names of flowers in my heart
to wander home with the delicate dead
who hail spring beauty of the hungry queen,
unhindered by huge clouds of glowing eyes
that gaze with love at trees of stoic grief
which bleed sweet syrup of arousing pride.

Each stubbornly hopeful child of the world
carries basket of herbs on street of gold
to sit in circle of companionship
beneath the constellated chandelier
and share strange story of their wretched life
contrived by random events outside myth.

I step in every river more than once
though material waterdrops of their flow
exchanges content of conceptual thought
despite strange wishes of the Glitter Ghost
who lives unblemished life of languid lust
since all we know is delusion of hope.

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Orpheus walks backward with fox steps in method of misdirection to evade aggressive demands of tyrannical Death.

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