Each Choice I Make
© Surazeus
2025 08 27

Everything leads to the twist of fate
I try to avoid with each choice I make
when I dance with abandon on the wall
and laugh in despair at heavenly fall
on thoughtful angst of wingless solitude
to crawl in the million-year interlude.

Lost in dreamless haze of the drifting boat,
I ponder code of the practical joke,
trapped in phenomenon of the weird rule
that requires employment of mental tool
to finetune engine of angelic flight
in starship powered by conceptual light.

Each fragment of thought encased in the word,
which I invent from twitter of the bird,
contains linguistic reference to strange truth
designed by hum of the messiah sleuth
who stops surprised in the vast maze of myth
to study tales carved on the monolith.

Defined by name on identity card,
with proves my right to play the global bard,
I strip off mirror mask of holy faith
to expose my soul as the godless wraith
that swirls in flashing spirals of pure air
through undulations of the anywhere.

Though every living creature on the Earth,
through tangled web of fortune wound at birth,
lives soul-connected to all other souls
in complicated game of clashing goals,
we all dream alone inside our own heads
as three half-blind sisters entwine our threads.

Depicted on the tapestry I weave,
the living gather by the lake to grieve
while building walls of Heaven from our bones
constructed by maidens, mothers, and crones
who invent one world language we all speak
with aggressive ghost of the mountain peak.

Though I translate ancient song of the wave
that echoes in hollow heart of my grave,
I calm my mind by whistling happy tunes
to bless lost children who ask me for boons
though I hide in glass tower by the lake
and preach salvation of the mindless fake.

Gods cannot calculate what life is worth
to measure value of misery and mirth
as we crawl hungry from electric stones
to shout obscenities at empty thrones
by deeds of hope that unbalance time scales
for homeless refugees on desert trails.

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Orpheus takes Ophelia flying above the maze of myths in the airplane powered by conceptual light that beams from center eye of the universe.

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