Void Of Glowing Stars
© Surazeus
2025 10 05

I love to float in void of glowing stars
with ancient laughter of sweet dinosaurs
to animate my heart with lust for life
so when I rise on wild Icarian wings
I swoop with joy above vast maze of myths
where now-unworshipped gods live mundane lives.

Sad for the people killed in civil wars,
brave Mercury strums lyre on city streets
to sing enduring anthems of state pride
for our great empire of fake liberty
that crumbles into anecdotes of faith
with fraught assassination of each clown.

Though tides of timeless change, roiled by despair,
erase our footsteps from the storm-lashed beach,
we walk on stairway of wind to the stars
to wash dirt of oppression from our souls
when Mercury arrives from somewhere else
to give us fruit he stole from Tree of Life.

Legality of my existing soul
gets challenged by the faceless banker king
who publishes from blood of fishermen
deceptive maps with grand road to success
which strips our shadows from our fragile flesh
so light tears gashes on our plastic skin.

All traces of state borders drawn with blood
vanish from maps of patriotic wars
now crumpled by scarred hands of Mercury
who searches gray streets of poisonous smog
to find the jester crucified at dawn
who wants to float in void of glowing stars.

Trapped by vampire eyes of the public ghost,
I sail my fishing boat on flooded streets
with guttural laughter of the last full moon
since homeland, where my ancestors were born,
is crowded now with foreign immigrants
who live in house of my lost memories.

On periwinkle sea foam of my heart
I draw meridian lines of fortitude
to rescue child of sorrow when she drowns
since she always feels she does not belong
though Mercury gives her citizen card
which she presents at the museum door.

There is no dream world inside our real world
except what Mercury carves with sharp teeth
on crystal ball of fortunate success
based on how invisible our souls feel
when we buy new memories at the church
where we still swim in void of glowing stars.

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Orpheus sits in the booth and sells tickets to the amusement park where people want to float in the void of glowing stars to see what it feels like to be a planet infested with humans.

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