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Tuesday, January 20, 2026

Find My Empty Grave

Find My Empty Grave
© Surazeus
2026 01 20

Faster than excited laughter of rain 
that drenches my brain with thunderous good cheer, 
thoughts about how to survive rage of death 
swirl wildly in waves over sharp river rocks, 
yet I forget why I am still alive 
as I crouch on smooth stone of bitter faith. 

Tall idol that emanates from my brain 
projects grand myth of the hero with pride 
whose jagged mind of arrogant respect 
scrapes the night sky with hunger from despair 
based on myopic archive of lost fears 
which I initiate through monuments. 

Based firmly on conceptual stone of truth 
deep in vortex of psychic energy, 
I carve names of great heroes on stone cliff 
who contribute noble deeds without fear 
to sustain momentum of discrete growth 
through progress of polite chastity. 

Ensconced with courage on top the cracked slab, 
inherent in mind-spiraled modesty 
with selfless performance to defy death, 
I balance scales between epic concern 
and intimate sorrow which maintains trust 
through different keys of the same global play. 

Shocked by peaceful arrival of blind fear, 
I watch the blue butterfly of despair 
teach existential quandary of the word 
that melts contractual elements of truth 
with each explosion of soft water waves 
that shake foundation of my self-esteem. 

I sing molecular music of life 
vibrating from cells composing my soul 
with colorful ghosts of attentive faith 
through legendary laugh of eagerness 
to share this time and space of lavender 
with strangers trapped by random innocence. 

Because I am the learned Astronomer 
who calculates fate from choices we make, 
I feel stars wink at me with sparking shots 
as bright demonic eyes of solitude 
who know where I am in the maze of myth 
but laugh at me when I ask where I am. 

Wind chimes of dizzy hope wake me from death 
though I fold leaves in wings of alphabets 
that shine as lantern of my naked heart 
so I convince fine shadow of the boat 
to bear my withered spirit far from time 
so laughter cannot find my empty grave. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus stops digging his grave and runs from one hundred screaming girl fans who tear off his head and throw it in the sea where Sappho retrieves it and sets it on the library shelf so he may sing forever tales of epic heroes.

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