Assertive Code Of Grace
© Surazeus
2026 10 12

Time fractured by assertive code of grace
expands too far beyond calm afternoons
to shroud lush dells in sanguine bitterness
that widows would exchange for bowls of flour
to fry blueberry pancakes at midnight
for wanderers to feast without regret.

When children of the new empire return
from foreign lands with boxes of false dreams,
we delegate our thinking to machines
that throw our family photos in the trash
after recording them in holy books
depicting conflict between psychic queens.

When agents of the empire shoot the moon,
then knock at doors of loyal warriors,
we hide our treasures behind broken doors
to prove we worship with taxes of wheat
the right god on the pyramid of skulls
who pays us on holiday of his birth.

No Christmas bells ring clear across the land
where snow encases corpses of dead kings
in dark deserted tombs of arrogance
so we assemble on high mound of poles
to dance around wild flames of innocence
and sing of revolution against greed.

Thirteen centuries later I extract
skulls of great gods from fractured tombs of time
so people of the land may see what fate
bold time decrees with solemn certitude
for every conscious being who walks the Earth,
even those who proclaim themselves as gods.

Bright angels with ten thousand star-gold eyes
descend from glowing cloud of solitude
to beam illusions of divine desire
which animates my body with God Soul
that claims state of immortality
because I dream my Self since dawn of time.

Alone beneath dome of the Pantheon
I sit at Round Table of Liberty
to reassemble world view of my brain
that my ancestors design through each life,
but I keep secret vision of my heart
because I dwell in the real Heaven now.

So I race motorboat across the lake
and toss books of salvation in the deep
where they transform to serpents with star eyes
that form electric runes of cosmic spells
which I chant to restore democracy
on firm foundation of all human hearts.

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Orpheus sells puzzles of the new world view at his booth near the gate to the amusement park called the Promised Land, crowded with tourists of lost faith.

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