Ringing Of The Eyeless Phone

Ringing Of The Eyeless Phone
© Surazeus
2023 01 10

When she pours creamy milk on the corn flakes 
in the cracked bowl of her heart, three red crows 
land on the windowsill of wordless hope 
and stare at why. She falls into their eyes 
to float beyond eternity of truth. 
The phone on the desk in the book room rings. 

The mirror on the paisley-papered wall 
transforms her breath into the nameless ghost 
who hides in the history book. The gold sky 
calls the swan that emerges from the clock 
each time she laughs. She never finds the phone 
that rings and rings while old books always cry. 

Holding the handless clock in her left hand, 
Cynthia explains the concept of time 
to the indifferent cat who always grins 
in dark corners. Zeroes fall as snowflakes 
which redesigns state of eternity. 
The ringing phone kisses the wordless book. 

While feeding red pigs in pale glow of dawn, 
Cynthia sees the Seraph with seven eyes 
float into the yard on galactic wind. 
Because we come from Great Nothing of truth 
she twirls around in yellow summer dress 
when the eyeless phone in the book room rings. 

When the Seraph gives her the butcher knife 
Cynthia hones it sharp on the spinning stone 
while humming the psalm her mother composed 
in the doorless church. Crows pretend to pray 
to the apple tree that drinks her brain blood. 
No one answers the ringing phone all day. 

Following the Seraph into dark woods, 
Cynthia talks about chemicals that cause 
bodies to function with spirit of love 
glowing in the emerald. She wants to steal 
light of hope from iron core of the Earth. 
The three-eyed crow waits by the ringing phone. 

The Seraph builds the river ship from wood 
carved by demons from sturdy mountain pine. 
Cynthia carries the lamp of singing ghosts 
to dispel curse of the galloping horse 
till the moon wakes. Our tiny universe 
rings inside the phone in the empty room. 

Embracing the loneliest Seraph on Earth, 
she flies her starship at light speed to find 
elusive beauty of the story book 
that gives her wings. Trees listen to her thoughts 
about our progress on the signless road 
to escape ringing of the eyeless phone.