Church On The Seventh Day
© Surazeus
2025 09 07

On the seventh day till the end of time
the woman in the window calls my name,
so I walk alone down the signless road
to find glass church of the hypnotic toad
who preaches salvation of dreamless trance
since nobody deserves a second chance.

Young woman in her cozy living room
cuddles her large furry cat of bright gloom
while smiling at the ghost of everywhere
who stands on his head on the fragile chair
till she asks him why people suffer pain
so he runs out and laughs in the wild rain.

Dressed in pink gown that flutters in the wind,
she smirks at the man with computer mind
who calculates how frail butterflies fly
since she weeps silently at his cruel lie,
but then she saunters on the river shore
to paint magic sigils on every door.

Amused at how people with fractured eyes
pray for eternal life in golden skies,
Ophelia explains with logical code
that every conscious creature in the world
will die and vanish into gleaming light,
fizzled with enormous clockwork of fate.

Untroubled by the loneliness of truth
which she formulates with psychotic math,
young woman, wearing pink gown sewn from wings
of angels trapped in spiral clock of rings,
describes strange beauty of this world we love
to war refugees gathered in the cave.

While eating apples stolen from the Tree
that Adam planted by the oil-slicked sea,
war refugees share photographs of homes
before they were blasted by holy bombs,
then conspire to overthrow the mad king
who stole their memories to which they cling.

Clutching soft sand with insensitive rage,
gentle girl in pink dress on empty stage
splits rays of light in curling threads of hope
that weave our brains with lies that help us cope
with naked truth that every soul will die,
euphemized through proverbs of Adonai.

Baking loaves of bread in the grocery store,
Ophelia ponders secret of the core
that spins at center of our pear-shaped globe
mapped by laser beams of the psychic probe
which records weird wishes that people pray
when they attend church on the seventh day.

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Orpheus watches while Saturnus creates the Earth in six days, then plays lyre of Mercury while the satyr god feasts on roast beef and drinks wine during his rest on the seventh day.

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