Reborn On Buddha Wheel
© Surazeus
2026 01 19

We are the lonely people of the world
who stare at faceless portraits on the wall
and listen to how sad violins fall
in violent cascade of conceptual twirl,
pretending we will never die of truth
by wandering with the memory of Ruth.

She always seems to know how we should feel
as if our bitter hearts are forged from steel
so we dare cross the street when lights blink red
to scatter shouting demons from our head
before the Lord returns on clouds of fire
because my tone disharmonates the choir.

Therefore we must exchange with laughing zeal
these faces only angels dare to steal
except how far the humming toad can reach
my naked shadow shivering on the beach
too late to be reborn on Buddha Wheel
that twists timeline of my fate beyond real.

Yet when I pause on jagged cliff of rage
at startled turning of the wordless page
I feel strange dizzy twirling of the world
that asks not how swift my soul could be hurled
against aggressive wall of honesty
since I am stuck in play Absurdity.

When Emily rides black carriage with Death
I force my body to inhale deep breath
that swells my heart huge as hot-air balloon
which floats my fractured skull up to the moon
where rabbit on blue car remembers why
every organic creature wants to fly.

Alone on global stage of star-cursed fame,
I sing with hope that old cromulent hymn
composed by Gabriel in the subway car
to translate scream of dragons stuck in tar
with dulcet tones of our blind nightingale,
encoding way to find the Holy Grail.

Since I have know the kind judgmental eyes
that fix me wriggling on the godless skies,
I shall presume to rule the world with love
expressed through wisdom of the howling dove
that gleams in lamplight of Diogenes
whose lovely Mermaid gives me broken keys.

I wear mask of Prince Hamlet to the ball
to start world revolution at the fall
of nine aggressive tyrants when the stone
of Sisyphus rolls with the golden bone
that crushes Nebuchadnezzar to dust,
then dance on skull of Ozymandias.

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Orpheus places skulls of Ozymandias and Nebuchadnezzar next to the skulls of Hamlet and Orpheus in World Temple of the Laughing Skulls.

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