Never Die Of Truth
Never Die Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 05 10
Because my heart will never die of truth,
though my body and mind wither from time,
I wander fields of wheat till I meet Ruth
who teaches me psychic secret of chime.
We hold hands as we stroll along the stream
while troubles weave our hearts in loyal team.
Before I wake up, stuck in Tree of Life
while stealing apples from Lilith the Queen,
I learn from Hephaestus how to forge knife
of justice with my name in damascene.
Though she casts me out of high garden walls
I study secret of electric balls.
In Desolation Canyon of Utah
I build log cabin on Green River shore
where I write love letters to Onatah
who trades wagons of corn for iron ore.
When I escape castles on noble quest
I build democracy in the Wild West.
Riding my bike in the small Texas town,
I think about Brenda with eyes of gold
who giggles when I flirt as clumsy clown
then sing prophecies the Crow Witch inscrolled.
I see mask of her face on golden moon
when I ask Anne Bradstreet for sacred boon.
Our great empire now collapses from lies
since ideals of justice and liberty
are twisted from tricks spread by foreign spies,
which curses my tribesmen with poverty.
We build from ruins of America
new equal nation of Zarathia.
I do my part while wandering road of fate,
composing epic of philosophers
to highlight heroes who investigate
nature of life as truth geographers.
Now I can vanish from dream of this world
at thirteenth coming of the cosmic herald.
We should not wait for brave Lyterius
to save our nation from the tyrant thief
since democracy is precarious,
for justice requires sacrificial grief.
I search for Ruth in prairie fields of wheat
to calculate our wealth in the spreadsheet.
Since our nation will never die of truth,
we build new world view on verified facts
adjudicated by messiah sleuth
who notarizes all social contracts.
As thirteenth descendant of the Crow Witch
I chronicle truth with each hexastich.
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Orpheus hikes along the Green River up Desolation Canyon in Utah to Rock Creek Ranch where he teaches young Edwin how to play the lyre of Mercury.
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