Disassembled World View
© Surazeus
2025 11 02

Her laughter cracks the sky with happiness
so we assemble on the river shore
to share delicious food of energy
we gather from dark wilderness of pain,
then describe beauty of things we have seen
that powers passion of our dream machine.

Her hands dig potatoes from pungent soil,
peels them clean with dull knife of honesty,
then mashes them in hot pan on the fire
till they are mush-thick with delicious hope,
sweetened with molasses, butter, and chives,
nutritious meal on which mankind survives.

Gang of men on horses invade the town,
smashing everything with hard arrogance,
and stealing beauty from the crafting hands
of people who run and hide in the woods,
then return and cry for treasures they lost,
but wipe away tears and get back to work.

Hiding her favorite memories of pleasure
beneath tangled roots of the sprawling oak,
she writes his name in runes with dragon blood
on fractured shell of his curious skull
to conjure ambitious spirit of his heart
which gives her courage to explore the world.

To calculate value of time we lost
rebuilding beautiful structures of fate
destroyed by thieves who have no skill to make,
we sit in circle on the river shore
and teach each other secrets of our hands
that we conceal from swindlers of the wind.

Still clutching fragments of her lost world view
that crumbled from attack of angry thieves,
she huddles under sprawling oak of faith
splintered by lightning strike from wrath of fate
who stalks desolate shadows of desire
in vain attempt to control water flow.

If someone asks to know her secret name
that writhes entangled in roots of dead trees,
she stares at sunlight flickering on the stream
where angels sell new wings to refugees
assembled in the ring of stones to vote
for who will save their paradise from greed.

Her laughter heals disassembled world view
by melding shards of wisdom in new mirror
clear enough to reflect secrets we lost
so we can see the future of success
comprised of concepts written by dead stars
for us to cherish in the fertile zone.

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Orpheus teaches children how to assemble new world view from shards of dignity fractured from mirror of wisdom forged by first father in cave of laughing sibyls.

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