How Fleeting Life Is
© Surazeus
2026 05 21

If nobody cares why the caged bird sings,
Christine whispers to the telephone pole,
then I shall never pick flowers again
for how they wilt in the porcelain jar
just makes me sad at how fleeting life is,
for I want to free cloud-ghosts from their cage.

Startled each time her old telephone pings,
Christine gazes down into the black hole
at aching whistle of the distant train
to ask the ghost with the broken guitar
for help solve the theological quiz
that provides role for her to play on stage.

Shocked by displacement of her naked soul
at sudden extraction time executes
by flashing whirl of hands on the glass clock,
Christine decides to wear tattered swan wings
when she dances gracefully in spotlight
that erases her uniqueness from dream.

Entranced by song of the gold oriole
encoding riddles of deep attributes
that ripple dark waves of the spooky loch,
Christine enters vast cathedral and sings
tragic tale of the Queen and the Cartwright
who fall in love by the moon-misty stream.

Transcribing code of sweet nightingale tunes
that echo in forest of burning masks,
Christine ponders weird mystery of the sea
from which fertile organic life transforms
till she contrives formula that describes
how atoms beam conscious glow of the brain.

Recording proverbs in snake-writhing runes
that calculate process of mental tasks,
Christine embodies Goddess Liberty
who shelters our bodies safe from dream storms
that forge fierce empires from down-to-earth tribes
who put aside their differences to train.

I prefer not to fight their futile war
over who controls lush meadows of wheat
and who adjudicates cases of crime,
Christine declares in court of social law,
then chooses to host wandering refugees
who huddle at the feet of Liberty.

Setting caged birds free through the open door,
Christine rules Earth from the Perilous Seat
while Percival designs world paradigm
that honors brave wisdom of Onatah
who gives every person their new house keys
which powers growth of world democracy.

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Orpheus hires Christine as his administrative assistant to help him operate Zarathian Museum of Dead Gods that provides writing workshops for survivors of war.

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