Court Of Vapid Fame
© Surazeus
2025 03 12

When I wake up with wings spread from my heart
I throw stone of my brain into the wind
so bird of happiness flies toward the moon
to billow huge white storm of thunder clouds
that light my body bright as radium
with abstract beauty of eternal love.

Complex wholeness of the temporal truth
multiplies our bodies across lush hills
based on boundless formality of fate
encasing tense emotions in stone words
inclined to debate imaginative faith
with solemn-eyed respect for moon beliefs.

New representation of the wild soul
regressing from mute terror in the stone
expands weird system of belief in light
that should include architecture of faith
surrounding naked bodies we express
through careful dancing with elegant grace.

Stars are not fixed though they seem not to move
beyond one inch in twenty thousand years
despite attempts to voice confused beliefs
that souls which animate our frames of clay
beam down from fountain of immortal light
to flush our aching flesh with hungry hope.

Alarmed inaction of the noble prince,
faced with contempt from social rottenness
performed by impotent men grasping power,
exhausts his passionate display of faith
that arc of justice will soon bend his way
to energize rebellion through respect.

Asserting force of truth with strength of love
to oppose the tyrant trampling our rights,
young doppelganger of the noble prince
too cautiously approaches how to fight
against the thief who wears fake mask of Christ
while exercising blatant theft of wealth.

Yet I shall dance among the daffodils
while wandering lonely as the faceless cloud
far from the glittering court of vapid fame
to hide from thirst of the social vampire
who demands we perform to great acclaim
in return for wealth they deign to award.

Through ultimate unknowability
without objective evidence of facts
I exhale divine breath of the timeless word
that causes ripples on the sea of souls
where I transmute into mythical tale
that records my journey on noble quest
to incarnate in children before I die.

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Orpheus and Hamlet drink wine and discuss how to oppose the tyrannical oligarchy of Midas and Pluto attempting to take over America.

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