Absurdity Of World Fame
© Surazeus
2025 09 04

I leave my body on the ocean shore
drowsing in eerie glow of the gold sun,
done with electric passion of the soul
that pulses in my breast with eager hope
for bold confidence about what to think
when I dust the crown that tumbles to Earth.

Because the garment mirror knows my face
and pulls me close to silence of the night,
I drift in quietness of bitter calm
to rest in shadow and rejoice in rain
with no more doubt entangling my free soul
in astonishing beauty of the Earth.

On the subject of assurance I draw
birds on painted walls of the empty church
where special visitors from alien worlds
walk on stilts in snow of the fervent wish
to translate language of the silent cold
that molds the body as its empty shell.

Alive in rare convergence of distrust,
I fling my sun-starved body at the sea
to dance with sensual brandishment of Now
on crooked bridge of collective regret
from commodified collapse of our state
through subtle embrace of the Eden Fall.

Still trapped in corporate machine of greed,
driven to crave vacation from hard work,
I protest dire injustice of the king
who exploits the people of our great land
for his own gain against laws of the sky
so I climb the tower of faith and cry.

Abandoned factory on the river shore,
where workers once canned tomatoes and corn,
welcomes lost refugees from civil wars
to worship prophet in the sycamore
who puppeteers the greedy president
with blighted angst of the treasonous clown.

With raucous prayer of the engine-beat heart
the holy savior of the plastic god
bestows foul blessings on blind followers
who follow him off the cliff of despair
when great empire of America falls
so Zarathia may rise from its ruins.

Evading divine light of the doubting heart,
I return to Garden of Eden at dawn
to find the origin of world empires
who fight against hegemony of power
till all cities transform into the flower
that blooms from absurdity of world fame.

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Orpheus hosts the operatic tragedy at the Zarathian Performance Center for the Arts which presents the tale of the mad tyrant who destroyed America with his greed.

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