Maze Of Howling Gods
© Surazeus
2025 07 01

Each time he dies in another car crash
he jumps into the portal of his mind
to time-travel back to before he turned
the wrong way down the maze of howling gods
where he goes searching for the lotus pond
to sell delusions of the empty soul.

After escaping from vast maze of streets
by sidestepping slanted cathedral rays,
he wanders in the woods of singing trees
to find the creek monster with rainbow eyes
who always seems to know the way he feels
while staring in silver water of fate.

Standing in tall grass by the silver pond,
he stares at the white house across the field
beneath the roiling clouds of black despair
where ghost of his mother bakes apple pies,
so he wakes in cold water of regret
to baptize his soul in laughter of truth.

The distant point of light that is the sun,
which shimmers through thin veil of eerie mist,
casts sword of fire across the silver bay
where he sits in the boat his father built
and ponders how to find the Holy Grail
beyond the far horizon of his mind.

Born again as nameless baby of hope
after each car crash on highway of greed,
he gets work as nature photographer
who captures image of the white egret
as she snags rainbow-colored pingo fish
that wriggles to escape the jaws of death.

Despite bold confidence of the dark sky,
he sails frail boat of doctrine on cruel waves
across electric absence of respect
to find footsteps of children in beach sand
where feathers hide their laughter of weird joy
in silted shadows of languid desire.

Pungent scent of apples fallen in tall grass
remind him of the stink of bubbling gas
that drags fake prayers of futile urgency
across hot asphalt punctured by grim pride
contained in blueberries of twilit grief
through twisted agony of nothingness.

Since lilies bloom in blameless harmony
that blends toxins of perfumed ecstasy
in bonding chain of petals forged by faith,
he drinks intoxicating worship of the crowd
while shouting spells of fabled prophecies
to express heretical gift of words.

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Orpheus photographs the egret eating the rainbow-colored fish, then walks toward the house across the field that never explodes from false hope.

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