Motionless Now Of Fate

Motionless Now Of Fate
© Surazeus
2026 01 03

Never quite as faithful as river stones, 
my tongue expresses language slippages 
with slither-frantic agony of truth 
through automatic rainbow laughter flight 
to swim across sea of unconsciousness 
till I stand stunned on island of blind ghosts. 

Dark bottom of the river shimmers clear 
with brackish hunger for ironic fear 
burnt by aggressive flames of deepest gloom 
that bloom assertive fragments of weird tales 
with unrestraint respect from tangled bones 
that surface from garden soil of brave faith. 

My compact body of attentive grasp 
breathes dear forgotten details of old plans 
because we gather soil onto our masks 
while turning over and over in graves, 
warped by celebrity of accursed fame 
that devours our brains with lust for fake love. 

Together bound by constant hope for truth, 
we climb more mountains than exist on Earth 
to find the sacred garden of the world 
where everyone who suffers daily pain 
longs to hide bodies behind modesty 
though flowers consume our electric brains. 

Still waiting in motionless now of fate 
with scattered pieces of fake memories, 
I slowly assemble puzzle of time 
from every story ever told by mouths 
that breathe possible theories of desire, 
contrived by indifferent god of the sun. 

Extracted from landscape of yesterday 
by shocking words of comatose contempt, 
I note surprising beauty of each truth 
that crawls from relentless swamp of desire 
to calculate endless nowhere of hope 
since we are stranded in Eden at dawn. 

Because our ever-watching eyes die first 
as tears seep through cracked wall of ardency, 
you steal sweet coconuts with crippled hands 
from angels stuck in storybooks of gods 
while I pretend to play king of the Earth 
so I can tend our stable horse with care. 

Couched in convoluted space of star light, 
I brew wine of sorrow from emptiness 
so faith ferments with adorable jokes 
till we betray our sacred principles 
by throwing river stones in desert sand 
then herding cows that will never come home.