My Journey Nowhere Else
© Surazeus
2026 10 13

Because the spring sun is the saddest ghost
that lingers mute in autumn innocence,
I write my name in dust of alleyways
to trace path of my journey nowhere else
on endless quest to find the beautiful
that shimmers in the fractured hearts of strangers.

Amazed at flash in swelling clouds of time
that imitate vast wings of cherubim
which hovers over city maze of fate,
I choose to tell lonely strangers I meet
I am incarnation of Mercury
though no one can see the wings on my feet.

Paused on shore of the god-reflecting lake,
I look for the Road Not Taken that spans
lush meadows and bleak deserts of my heart,
but all I see is the High Road of Fate
where Orpheus leads blind ghosts of the dead
who may arrive in Heaven before me.

Though Atossa has painted every wall
white with blood of angels to camouflage
sorrows of children wounded in harsh wars,
she sings strange beauty of our spinning Earth
to celebrate this transient life of joy
which inspires compassion to bloom in me.

Though I doubt conscious entity called God
creates this universe with clear design,
I love how people gather in their church
to sing about strange beauty of this world,
and share tales of their struggles to survive
to support each other in quest for love.

Escaping dirty streets of rain-drenched cities,
crowded with people driven from lush vales
by greedy barons in castles of hate,
my ancestors sailed to America
and built new homes in lush Missouri vales
where they sang hymns by River of Star Eyes.

Startled by ephemeral glow of desire
that radiates from bodies of human souls,
I plot birth of the new energy field
that weaves many nations in one world state,
united by respect for liberty
that nurtures equal justice for all people.

So when I call God on the telephone
to ask about why people suffer pain,
he chuckles and explains with rainbow beams
that he is but some story character
invented by kings to keep men afraid,
then we meet by the lake of stars to fish.

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Orpheus joins God, Zeus, Allah, Brahma, and Shangdi fishing by the lake of stars, so he plays guitar and sings while Odin fries fish on the grill.

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