Yet Still I Row My Boat
© Surazeus
2026 10 04

Glass bridge of laughter questions Game of If
where nameless people wander distant shores
with plans to steal new souls from grocery stores
who vanish in strict mirror of the cliff,
yet still I row my boat past paradise
because important things should have no price.

Electric lightbulb of the smiling sun
sends garbage trucks to take lost memories
discarded by housewives with broken keys
who seek salvation of the holy gun,
yet still I row my boat past Eden tress
where angels give math books to chimpanzees.

Life is the angel wearing mirror mask
to work for advertising companies
with clients selling psychic clarities
to robots who refuse to do the task,
yet still I row my boat past libraries
where demons work for social charities.

Brave butterflies of pencils with nine brains
flock merrily around sly Mercury
who teaches jesters art of jollity
who prance at midnight in honey-gold rains,
yet still I row my boat past empty church
where Cinderella continues vain search.

Trapped by strict duties of proud happiness,
where horses of the king eat grass of gold,
my father shows me how to dream-unfold
airplane wings above Sea of Nothingness,
yet still I row my boat past apple groves
where wives of senators slave at hot stoves.

Despite sincerity of obvious love
that cripples crow of Heaven with false faith,
I formulate how God is stellar wraith
that conjures worlds with psychometric shove,
yet still I row my boat past matrix schools
to learn how primates invent farming tools.

Since fatal geographies of state power
provide framework for tyrants to play god,
brave blacksmiths disarticulate the fraud
with guidance from Rapunzel in her tower,
yet still I row my boat past bombed-out homes
to watch gods wrestle in glass thunder domes.

Conceptual language of the creditor
reframes the meaning of life we employ
to reconstruct the sacred halls of Troy
based on project designed by Lucifer,
yet still I row my boat past gates of Hell
to gather dream runes from the serpent well.

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Orpheus rows his boat past the White House where King Midas screams in rage that prophet of the woke is invading his house that sinks into the waters of the sea.

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