Frail Boat Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2025 10 07

Our quiet morning on the silver lake
can never be interrupted by Death
who walks the waste land of the far away
with ghosts of children stuck in gentle breeze
that ripples mirror surface of my mind
as I float mute in frail boat of my heart.

She asks me if I can tell her the tale
about the man who thinks he owns the world,
but I mumble while eating buttered toast
that tyrants always fall in sad disgrace
because they grasp illusion of control
when falling in abyss of nothingness.

When Jupiter knocks on door of my home
I find him on the porch with Mercury
who gives me lyre he carved from dragon bone,
so I hitchhike from sea to shining sea
and sing on the streets of each nowhere town
who elect me to perform the sad clown.

If you can see behind persona mask
I wear when walking in the public square,
then you can read my mind with clarity
because I spend all day in empty house
watching grand history of the world unfold
electric wings for divine right to rule.

While I stand faceless with ten thousand hands
behind velvet curtain of modesty,
great actors strut their hour on stage of faith
to replay how Michael and Icarus
campaign to win as Emperor of Earth
who walks disguised in city maze of lies.

You ask if I love beauty of the Earth,
but I can find no words scattered in soil
adequate to reflect thoughts of my brain
though they sprout into demons of respect
who teach me how to navigate the world
as I search everywhere for tomb of Zeus.

Slouched with nonchalance of fake arrogance
at wood counter in the highway cafe,
I order eggs and toast with sausages,
then eat my sorrows to untwist my tongue
while cars and trucks flash by to somewhere else
till I decide where I should not go next.

As the last men left alive on the Earth
I stand on stage in the vast concert hall
and strum the lyre of Mercury with angst
to sing hymns for ghosts of humanity
who cannot understand point of the tale
I sing with heart-breaking voice of despair.

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