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Sunday, February 16, 2025

Door Of Eternity

Door Of Eternity
© Surazeus
2025 02 16

Lonely for the way ghost clouds shimmer white 
with sobbing heaviness at hour of birth, 
I stand outside door of eternity 
to welcome newcomers to our weird world 
who emerge from the pregnant mother tree 
that binds their bodies with the change of time. 

To touch the face of Death I touch your face 
so I can feel fierce coldness of the stone 
when I push through door of eternity 
and sob with gravity of changing time, 
soul leveled against broad breast of the globe 
to taste tumbling song of the silkened sea. 

Each stone of Earth tumbled by waves of the sea 
cries out to me with anguish for pure light 
we feel within door of eternity 
when we hang half-awake in poise of hope 
between ice-glistening air and damp earth 
which beckons our hearts with alluring voice. 

With grip of honest passion for the truth, 
I cling to the edge of vast emptiness, 
long falling through door of eternity 
which I describe in letters I must hide 
that still lie scattered on forgotten desk 
where birds eat words I never meant to write. 

Cold lamentation of the burning hill, 
despite how far stairs curl around despair, 
reveals repaired door of eternity 
where children watch our global fight for power 
play out on field where leaves of time fall slow 
to shroud false geometry of our love. 

Through elegant dribble of happy rain 
I head for somewhere far beyond my grave 
which imitates door of eternity 
to wait between the rotten and the ripe 
with unperceiving passion for the truth, 
bewildered by how flowers grow in mud. 

Yet immanence of death prefers my speech 
explaining frail fate of philosophy 
brought forth to crack door of eternity 
and savor intricate concept of grief 
based on rubble of homes destroyed in war, 
manifest in miracle of my eye. 

My face mirrors nameless divinity 
with subtle amusement of graceful shock, 
able to lock door of eternity 
extravagant with horror we conceal 
with heart-enchanting song of ocean waves 
where ghost clouds whorl across the crystal sky. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus gazes with visionary awe at ragged white clouds that blow across the sky after the long night of thunderstorms.

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