Miscarriage Of The Brain

Miscarriage Of The Brain
© Surazeus
2022 01 19

Bleak obligation of the burning book 
requires the wingless angel comprehend 
how the white whale can delicately dance 
between contradictions of social rules 
according to providence of the stance 
lost souls must make when weeping by the brook. 

Bland correlation between truth and lies 
constrained by pure ambition realized 
provides enough space for racial respect 
though terror trades our honest arrogance 
for peaceful prudence no one purchases 
except blind leader of the global spies. 

Reluctant romance between naked fools 
explodes conceptual brains of migrant souls 
who seek salvation of the pristine kind 
in television shows that reveal why 
cultural traditions blind us to the truth 
only smirking devils have learned in schools. 

Extracted names of long dead prostitutes 
label shy shamans with no characters 
with fluid stereotypes no seer accepts 
since gamers revolutionize world wars 
through purchase of fake cryptocurrency 
while eagles circle angels who play flutes. 

Subject to investigation by priests 
who fear absolute agency of queens 
we decide to never talk about how 
miscarriage of the brain reveals the face 
Minerva wears to the debutante ball 
since the Minotaur presides over feasts. 

Alone in Duino Castle with the ghost 
who cries out to blind angels in storm wind, 
I drink wine from skulls of demons who think 
I am messiah sleuth the world awaits 
but I must turn off the living room light 
if I want to play the welcoming host. 

So when sweet Edna clutches my right hand 
I run with her among bare apple trees 
still wet with morning dew of silver eyes 
to kiss forever in gold sparkling mist 
because we want to marry in the fane 
that crumbles into mystery of sea sand. 

Face to face with beauty of silent dawn, 
we share immensity of silent faith 
that we cannot escape nothing of death 
so we savor timeless weird of each breath 
which animates our love with cosmic wraith 
though I long to return to Avalon.