If I Find God In Apples
© Surazeus
2025 04 26

If I find God in apples of the tree,
and not in empty weirdness of the sky,
I cut the apple in half with sharp knife
but find instead the shining harvest moon
where butterfly angel with ardent wings
flies immaculate city of the dead.

Astonished by secret light of the heart
that names dead bodies in the city streets,
I sing love tunes to the sad pregnant moon
who lounges on the broad beach at midnight
after the dream-trippers all fall asleep
swimming in hallucinations of words.

Loud voices of teenagers in the dark
expose awkward passion to transcend fear
by gambling with fate to win the lost key
that opens every house door in the world
depicted in the million-dollar movie
written with broken pencil of the ghost.

Excruciating silence of the sea
hisses frantic with radiator voice
despite ceramic flower pots on the sill
that dream the rainy nights of Arkansas
depicted in the film where ever soul
who thinks they will live forever still dies.

When enormity of this moment shocks
even the cynical prophet of doom,
I walk toward the paralyzed king of greed
whose face will vanish in the swirling fog
that shrouds skyscrapers of the world empire
when curse of blood drips down windows of glass.

Fragile shadow of passionate respect
extends conceptual door of skeletons
to welcome son of Jupiter to Hell
where he stars in the movie about Death
who breaks our bodies into pulsing atoms
which migrate dirt to fruit to human brain.

I gather emptiness of naked hearts
on sculpted pages of atrocious books
to highlight point of utter tedium
where all the myths and legends that sustain
foundation of our culture with grand tropes
collapse in puzzle pieces scattered far.

If Jupiter picks mushrooms in the woods,
where Romulus hunts tragic deer of fate,
I may find my mother and father lost
on ice-frosted Bridge of Forgetfulness
who show me God in apples of the tree
that fall into my hand without remorse.

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Orpheus explains to children of the refugees from Eden that God is in the apples of their hearts.

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