Quest In The Nether Lands
© Surazeus
2026 03 20

Attenuated by faith in the sky,
I scatter pages of my holy book
on narrow trail in forest of sad ghosts
so I can find my way to Wonderland
but fairies fold them into paper planes
and float my memories on the wordless breeze.

Sponsored by oldest woman in the world,
who dwells in secretive Grand Canyon cave,
I paint complex murals on parking lots
that show whole history of the human race
fighting each other mounds of dirt
while I eat apples on library steps.

Tall skinny women wearing slim sheath dresses
pose on marble steps of the temple porch
while photographers capture their lithe grace
to celebrate graduation from college
as their eyes glitter with hope for the future
in heart of the empire that rules the world.

Kneeling in dust by dry fountain of bones
in central plaza of the crowded city,
the Weeping Woman cradles her dead son
shot by police sent by the bitter tyrant
as he trembles in fear on golden throne
while wolves circle his grand palace of mirrors.

I remember life of every ancestor
whose passion to survive this hostile world
generates my body with urgent faith
that we can overcome hunger of death
to live another hundred million years
on frail globe spinning in the starry void.

Old mother sitting in dark house at midnight
peers out the window at the parking lot
where she thinks she sees her son in dark hood,
so she opens front door and shouts is name,
but faceless ghost of his absence retreats
and vanishes in delusion of faith.

Religion is ligament of life tales
we share around campfire at dawn of time
to depict our quest in the Nether Lands
to find the hidden treasure of the dragon
that highlights exploits of the social hero,
dead mortal we worship as tribal god.

Caressing my cheek with her callused hand,
from working forty years in fields of crops,
the Weeping Woman gazes in my eyes
and beams into cathedral of my heart
enduring passion for justice and truth,
so I cradle pure heart of love she gives.

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