Waxen Wings Of Regret
© Surazeus
2025 03 04

Spooked by soft whisper of the window light,
the young deer runs across the fenced-in yard,
then darts across the narrow asphalt road
to wander gracefully down to the lake
where no swan-god swoops from clouds of desire
to bear the tongueless girl up to the stars.

Annoyed at flight of crows across gray clouds,
I search echoing caverns of my heart
to locate voice of my poetic soul
that produces speech with ethereal vibes
which radiate from iron core of the Earth
to replicate mask I wear in the play.

Assembling fractured memories of hope
to concatenate my identity
from tangled genes of psychic energy,
I arrogate emergent property
of my immortal spirit through my voice
to channel desires into roles I play.

My true ancestral self, which I create
from stark necessity to survive fear,
floats between mirrored aggression of fate,
refracting psychic energy of love
in pointillist portrait of my God Mind,
and subtle reaction I play with verve.

Mapping quick uncertainty principle
with circling atoms of distorted truth,
I measure vast awareness of my brain
to locate my body on spinning Earth
in relation to Sibyl in bright cave
where ghosts of my ancestors call my name.

The mad tarantula inside my brain
navigates recessive canyons of hope
with false sensation of electric laugh,
so I flap my waxen wings of regret
to prove I will not fall like Icarus
when I steal faded laurel Phoebus wears.

I will sing no hymns to royal-blood gods,
nor kill Chimera couched beside my house,
though I may mourn youth killed in senseless war
with dirge at waste of wisdom for the state
while his young bride grieves in the empty church
where preachers charge ransom to save his soul.

With honey bees in grove where Martin paints
grand murals that depict our Golden Age,
I sing our victory in the third world war
when everything we value is destroyed,
except the milk cow in sad field of wheat
where no one is left to manage the farm.

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Orpheus decides to revive the farm to restore wheat and cows as economic foundation of our global civilization.

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