Neatness Of My Progress

Neatness Of My Progress
© Surazeus
2025 04 13

Through neatness of my progress to transcend 
physical limits this body entails, 
I stretch ardent wings of my conscious hope 
broad as the sky that protects all living beings 
so I can develop my empathy 
by imagining your experience. 

With neatness of my progress beyond time, 
oscillating between opposite poles 
of cynical contempt for ideal vision 
and trustful regard for reality, 
I realign puzzling pieces of truth 
in mirror of art that reflects my faith. 

From neatness of my progress out of Hell, 
which conflates my caution of Wonderland 
with willing acceptance of Avalon, 
I twist spiral pathway regressively 
to catch in net of programmatic code 
aggressive passion for unrestrained dance. 

For neatness of my progress around Earth 
on fluctuating wings through excess faith, 
I focus fierce attention my heart needs 
on measured phases of evolving growth, 
consistent with objectives I append, 
to adjust levels of my mental state. 

On neatness of my progress to rebuild 
quick undulating structures time expands, 
I base long-shadowed risk of drifting thoughts 
as strict carrier entrusted with fate 
that everyone gambles will soon succeed 
despite appearance of fragile respect. 

Before neatness of my progress attends 
unnecessary thoughts fraught with desire, 
I ponder why defeat accelerates 
transformation of the oneiric mind 
to hymn-chanting angel from howling ape 
who shushes children with the hiss of snakes. 

After neatness of my progress portends 
sudden assumption of calm arrogance, 
I swerve suddenly sorrowful in silence 
to evade arrest by minions of Death 
who stalk my journey to the Promised Land 
regardless of my weird right to exist. 

Over neatness of my progress to live 
larger than my ancestors in my brain, 
I charge with foolhardy courage of faith 
to fight against the tyrant of blind greed 
so I can see beauty people possess 
with generous respect for differences.