Temporary Node Of Memories
© Surazeus
2026 11 13

Though my inner child appears to be stuck
in cool-detective television show
set in some sunny California city
sometime around nineteen seventy-six,
I feel tree of my soul grow from that seed
through fifty years of social synergy.

While biking streets of plastic skeletons
and cute demonic pumpkins on dry lawns,
I find jeweled crowns that dead kings had hurled
in shadowy pools among rubber tires
behind car garages with cracked brick walls,
and worn them while seeking treats without tricks.

Because the blood-dimmed tide is loosed again
by little tyrants with enormous dreams
of reconstructing empires on bent thrones,
I wear my tattered coat on paltry frame
while clutching unsealed scroll of Gabriel,
unlaureled prophet without code to solve.

Brave daughters of the swan with broken wing
bring mushrooms to my river-drifting boat
though I have prayed for paddles of insight
to find the dancer by the chestnut tree
whose leap toward Heaven of unattained faith
has left her crippled on the bright-lit stage.

While wandering maze of cement city streets,
I see above abandoned factory hall,
perched on galactic lotus bloom of suns,
Kwan Yin extend ten thousands giving hands
while chanting spell of soul enlightenment
that broadens scope of my time-spanning mind.

Ishtar calls me to rise from dreamless fear
and browse temple of the Many-Faced God
where every god ever worshipped by man
dwells in vast commune of one global faith,
so to the rocky highland of Sleuth Wood
I return with map for my fairy land.

Heart pulsing with transcendent ardency,
I join the vanished choir of innocence
while piloting swift starship of my heart
to explore brave new worlds here on this Earth
while stuck in cosmic television show
as temporary node of memories.

As Mercury reborn in this fraught age,
while wearing true face of eternal love,
I strum strings on lyre of your aching heart
to sing universal hymn of mankind
that chronicles in clever fairy tales
unfair suffering every soul endures.

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Orpheus visits Fairy Land where Yeats sells roadmaps for the soul to refugees from war who fly starships to explore strange new worlds of our wounded hearts.

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