War-Shattered Eden
© Surazeus
2026 05 06

If trees keeping telling me the wind loves flight
that sparks my brain alert to dangerous hope,
then I may have to walk across the clouds
and scatter apple seeds on asphalt roads
to break monopoly of hungry greed
that writes the rules for how we live each day.

While children squabble over who remembers
dream code that opens doors to vaults of wealth,
I dig my hands in soft soil of the world
to extract stones of faith with urgent calm,
then build great castle on high hill of fear
where I protect my family from despair.

Amazed at strange glow of the sky at dawn,
I hold blue conch shell of concerned alarm
to watch for shadows of demons in woods
that lurk behind portraits of long-dead gods
till I see someone floating on the stream,
and know we cannot return from the dead.

Stark sunlight of the casual day dispels
weird magic glow of memories before dawn,
so I map houses along city streets
to understand process of civic growth
that helps me plan state of the urban zone
that buzzes voices through the telephone.

Grand temple of feast on the ziggurat
becomes gold palace of the emperor,
becomes stone castle of the hungry king,
becomes city hall of the elected mayor,
so I walk away from hard haven walls
that prison me in fear of social change.

Though I keep searching for the Promised Land
that shimmers only in dreams of my head,
I ask Blue Sky to show me no more dreams
so I can see the real world as it is,
but hundred million years of fantasy,
my ancestors dreamed, frame how I see life.

While walking with shadow of the Third Person
across the waste land of war-shattered Eden,
I find colossal statue of some god
who ruled vast empire sea to shining sea,
but wind of time erased his glorious name
and scrubbed away all features of his face.

I carve my own face on idol of God,
then plant seeds in soft soil of the world,
and tend new garden sprouting tender shoots
that flourishes in waste land of the past
so giant cities of the ancient world
all vanish into orchards of fruit trees.

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Orpheus tends Garden of Eden with Hebe who keeps telling him raunchy jokes that make him laugh so hard he rolls on his back so she jumps on him and kisses him with a smarmy grin.

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