Tyrant In Gold Tower
© Surazeus
2026 06 30

Wolves in vast meadow of the star-eyed flower,
who understand assignment of the heart,
erase from dream the tyrant in gold tower
who steals ripe apples from the broken cart.
Exponent of creation from the Earth,
love teaches us what sorrow should be worth.

From river bed I gather chrysoprase
that gleam with vibrant hue of nickel flakes
so I may transcend level of each phase
through hidden tunnels of electric lakes.
If faith is peerless bridge of eagerness,
I play my scene as humble Sisyphus.

On vacillating feet of holy pride
I leap on wings of Icarus to teach
brave children how to find what angels hide
in necessary caverns beyond reach.
Why modesty reverses magnitude
I calculate through haughty fortitude.

More bountiful with each exploding dawn,
my heart expands scope of its confidence
to rise from grave of laughter on bombed lawn
and eat rose petals with fierce nonchalance.
Weird flames of sunrise burn mask of despair
so I stand laughing on time-twisted stair.

Minerva asks calm Death for secret code
by which she calls my heart of grinding gears
that traps lithe Spirit of the signless road
with fame of dust designed by puppeteers.
Encased in pulsing shell of thinking clay,
Apollo asks me to come out and play.

Through hungry Will of cosmic energy
I act in line with channel of my brain
to prove peace is no fiction of the free
despite how far I ballet in bleak rain.
Through observation manifold of fate
I question how my choices transform hate.

Escaping backward to sea shore of hope,
I dare confront her glittering embrace
when Death disguised as Love helps me to cope
with blinding beauty of her glamorous face.
Immersed in constant flux of mental growth,
I resurrect my passion through weird oath.

Without instruction of divine concern,
Fame dotes on those whose hearts play calm with ease,
yet I gain happiness each time I learn
thought formulas that beam atomic keys.
Death blows my wounded heart with vanity
that heals with wisdom through vitality.

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Orpheus asks everybody in the country if they have ever seen the tyrant in gold tower, but no one cares as they celebrate the Semiquincentennial of America.

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