Play Orpheus Psychopomp
© Surazeus
2025 12 12

About as subtle as hammer of hope,
my heart beats wild with speculative faith
that delusions of hope and faith dissolve
at shocking vision of the bloody sword
that emerges from my Chaldean Star
each time I need to understand the Why.

Though I inhale celestial god of light
to energize my body with intent,
I analyze progressive quest for faith
that beams as moonlight through tangled tree limbs
each time I need to understand how come
time breaks organic bodies into shards.

If I emerge from veil of apple leaves
to observe situation of concern,
I measure distance to the danger zone
each time I need to understand how far
my body falls from cloud of innocence
though I grasp at feathered wings of blind gods.

So I approach gold idol of the king
that shines with beauty at the fear-locked gate
each time I need to understand how long
Death takes to tally names of hungry folk
trapped inside ancient walls of paradise
till tyrant on fake throne falls over dead.

I spread angelic wings of brave esteem
each time I need to understand how high
palace of achievement looms above me
because I strive to earn fame-forged award
through bright apotheosis of my soul
till I tumble wingless down to the Earth.

Each time I need to understand my heart
I stand on breathless plain of everywhere
and cry out to blind angels on bright clouds
for dream-key to unlock huge gates of Hell
so I can play Orpheus psychopomp
who leads mine slaves back home to Liberty.

Each time I need to understand the world
I map features on landscape of its form
in virtual world that programs how my brain
perceives social functions of the real world
stratified as radiant layers of truth
through linguistic structure of linked ideas.

Because the author of these puzzling codes
is no more real than gust of humming wind,
you, as the reader with observant eyes,
create the virtual world of psychic truth
your brain designs as you read lines of verse
each time I need to understand my song.

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Orpheus discusses the concept of the author and the reader with Roland Barthes as they hang out on the ocean beach and drink peach-flavored honey mead.

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