Tumult Of Distracting Lust

Tumult Of Distracting Lust
© Surazeus
2026 04 24

Clear concision of our unmeasured thought 
contains assertive chaos of desire 
that frames immaculate anxiety 
of strange vistas beyond imagining, 
succinct as subtle decibels that beam 
beauty through realm of possibilities. 

Diligent with disordered discipline, 
we order tumult of distracting lust 
which enflames boundless plains of purity 
where comets outline golden way of hope 
we follow with shameless analysis 
to admire abundance of honeyed spoils. 

Drenched with refraction of devout respect, 
that shimmers with fractals of vanities, 
we speak of pleasant hours from honesty 
through circumspection of unconscious art 
because we extract unknown quantities 
of precise wisdom based on chemistry. 

Disentangled from brave lucidity, 
according to assessments of impacts 
implied by habitual riddles of love, 
we wound each other with confounding codes 
achieved through reversal of nothingness 
that means some other thing we cannot solve. 

Precarious on brink of stated facts, 
we dare administer horror of joy 
tainted with indifference nature plays, 
genteel with graceful sadness of contempt 
considered logical through turbulence, 
polite with seething energy of hope. 

I turn away and gaze beyond my face, 
transfixed by stony stare of faceless ghosts, 
to watch historical events unfold 
with tumbling randomness of bitter fate 
through blazing star-eye of the universe 
as sweepstakes winner of the Afterlife. 

Cloaked with humility of well-earned pride, 
as brave epitome of butterflies, 
I sing enchanting hymn to long-dead gods 
with charmed cadence of storm-stirred ocean waves 
to break free from marble idol of Me 
with calm assertion of the wingless hawk. 

Lovers entranced by glamor-mask we wear, 
intimate with gentle laughter of faith, 
we strip away illusions we had made 
to find real essence of our Otherness 
we share by kissing in light of the moon, 
then tending herb garden just after dawn.