Evasive Algebra Of Faith

Evasive Algebra Of Faith
© Surazeus
2026 01 26

I have never wondered when I will die 
because Death will unalive my hot soul 
so suddenly my conscious sense of self 
will puff out into lightless nothingness 
as I fall endlessly in sea of gloom 
and dissipate into light of the moon. 

While still aware of pulsing pulchritude 
that gushes hotly through my quivering flesh, 
I grasp at beauty of clear nothingness 
by letting go deep breath of agony 
so I release grip on meaning of life 
which I designed to balance me afloat. 

My heart beats wild with time-ascending wings 
to gallop swiftly along river shores 
beyond horizon of the flaming dawn 
with eager passion to fly among clouds, 
but stumble into evening glow of fear 
and lie unbodied by the singing tree. 

Calm stillness cloaking me with cricket chirps 
enshrouds my naked soul in twilight gloom 
of blue dispersal fading into thoughts 
concerning how roots curl into my flesh 
and suck my body dry of bitter tears 
so I spring laughing into flash of day. 

Implied assertion of extreme regret 
explains foundation formed from graphic seeds 
yet neutral to contrived accomplishments 
which caravans of blind angels broadcast 
through bulletins of wedding catalogs 
that strikes with valid voltage of respect. 

Alone surviving on wisdom of truths, 
claimed as welfare by winners of rigged games, 
I sample unique response of grim gods 
restricted by signals of scheduled tricks 
encoding sensors of routine upgrades 
contrary to testament of the seer. 

Segments of nature model innocence 
by which we network merchant companies 
retrieving options of unlicensed games 
through hybrid justice still unjustified 
in context of agreements no one signs 
with boolean bankruptcy of avatars. 

Because I know exactly when I die, 
based on evasive algebra of faith, 
I play appellant in court of brave lies 
enforced by discipline of holy jokes 
encrypted as dependence on vain trust 
since I cannot duplicate my dream brain.