Huge Heart On Pluto
© Surazeus
2025 07 18

Since planets are no more than clumps of dirt
that spin relentlessly in void of faith,
I plan to build crystal palace of hope
in the middle of the huge heart on Pluto
so I can sail sea of nitrogen ice
where Nuwa loves to dance in silver waves.

In the darkening twilight of my life,
I revert to the salamander mind
as I crawl rugged mountains of white rocks
to find the tree of knowledge with ripe fruit
that shimmers bright with holy light of truth
high on the mountain of aggressive hope.

West of the mighty Mississippi River
I stand on high plateaus of quiet stars
and listen to the flowers of mankind
sing solemn hymns to calm domestic life
while soldiers clutching guns of arrogance
stare shocked at splendid beauty of the sun.

Through solitude of primal sanities
I worship Nature of incessant birth
with ceaseless excitement of ancient cries
that hail great populations of the land
who trample garden of the holy fool
while seeking to escape his reckless play.

Ascending ghastly mountain of the mind
as phantom moon with sharp amethyst eyes,
I seek salvation through creative force
of generating souls from womb of Earth
whose large transparent face of loyalty
illuminates the timeless vale of tears.

Prophetic voice from carnage of the war
which affects to solve the problems of freedom,
vibrates from buzzing radios of fear
which urges me to guard Columbia
who leads revolution of honest souls
victorious against grim nationalists.

With whizzing bombs exploding from book words
Orion runs across the smoking field
to bring last message of the fallen warrior
to the stone-eyed king on his throne of gold
who feasts on blood of innocence and hope
while asking the moon to cleanse our state guilt.

I fly not from Paumanok on crow wings
but stand instead on abandoned hillfort
and listen to the bloody flag of hope
flap with the voice of people killed in wars
who crowd around me in the summer night
because I carry banner of the cause.

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Orpheus finds his son Orion wandering in the waste land of the huge heart on Pluto, so they sit on the vast dusty plain and play chess.

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