Ocean Of Lost Words
© Surazeus
2026 08 02

When I emerge from shadow of my house,
which I build in your ocean of lost words,
I drink ever-flowing rivers of dreams
that swirl from fountains of our pulsing brains,
so we become one spirit of the Earth
when you bury me in my turtle shell.

Annoyed by law of fluid abstinence,
I walk along gold silence of the beach,
because my dreaming brain has been designed
by tongue of the toad that heals wounded hearts
with madness of wisdom no one can buy,
therefore we sit on sand of nothingness.

Another war between gangs of mind thieves
shakes frail foundation of our global state,
so we ride buses to new factories
where we process hopes into fantasies
that people buy in plastic packages
to fund their timeshares to the Afterlife.

Though I emerge from trench of global war
with crown of shrapnel gleaming on my head,
the people of the world cheer my success
when idol of Jesus with diamond eyes
proclaims me vicar of his soul on Earth,
so I bless you and give you wine to drink.

I want to stand with reverence of faith
on every bridge that spans river of time
in every city sprawling from the cave
where the fisherman contemplates our fate
so I can understand how people feel
when they walk toward the golden cloud of hope.

Love flows in current of the river flash
where people gather flowers of false faith
to lay on graves behind the ruined church
where fathers and mothers dream of the moon
since Heaven shines as palace of fake words
that crumbles into paychecks we receive.

I dig dirt from heart of the spinning world
and mold its seething passion in machines
that calculate how much profit we earn
in frantic game to accumulate wealth
that helps our children take over the world
to found dynastic gang of power thieves.

Time laughs at my attempts to found new church
based on one universal human law
that every person breathing air of hope
has right to live free from oppressive greed
so we hold hands and sing of global peace
while bombs deconstruct our sacred world view.

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Orpheus finds Hesiod sitting on the beach so they talk about why the big country is invading the small country to control the ocean port city of wealth.

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