Safe On The Serpent Way
© Surazeus
2026 05 10

In this open field of battle for truth
between bleak wind and sorrow of the mind,
I build marble temple from dragon bones
where the clock, not yet invented by hope,
unspools salvation from seductive hearts
of those who long to walk the signless road.

Soft whisper of some voice in shadowed woods
explains quickening of life in dark rain
that causes mindless reel of being to spin
with sharp machinery of the hungry mind
because past events of outrageous crimes
occur again today that shocks our hearts.

Knife-eyed scientists of truth, who research
excessive opinions about state power,
scan vast emptiness of heavenly realms
with passion to observe how souls are born
from flash of chemicals in pulsing brains
that emanate with conscious sense of self.

Harrowing strain of electric regrets
reshapes crowded tenements of lost souls
who give up searching for the Promised Land
while gazing upward at arrogant clouds
that deny right to work and live at will
in any town along the restless river.

So many voices of the recent past
wait mute in cracked texts of long-unread books
that highlight fraught problem of ownership
fought between factions of corporate states,
so I walk barefoot on long pilgrimage
to find skulls of gods buried under roots.

When Sisyphus stumbles to his crippled knees
and rock of salvation begins to roll,
I will imagine how happy he is
to push the stone of wisdom up the hill,
then stand in line with joy to wait my turn
while I ponder how matter radiates essence.

Since Tiresias gives me wand of respect
and retires to watch television shows,
I strut the busy streets of business shops
till I see tall gold statue in the park,
but when preachers demand I worship it
I call out for help from Abednego.

Running from masked agents with eyeless guns,
I seek for Spirit of Lyterius
to wake inside hollow cave of my heart
and guide my way safe on the Serpent Way,
till I find myself at the pyramid
where lightning strikes gold idol of the king.

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Orpheus melts down the gold idol of the king and gives coins stamped with face of Mercury to everyone in the land so they can buy new homes and food to eat.

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