Connects Our Bodies

Connects Our Bodies
© Surazeus
2023 05 01

We are an empire now, so when we act 
we create our own new reality. 
If the color of your mind breaks in my hand 
I will try to redesign how you feel. 
Yet breathless laughter of our lonely hills 
connects our bodies across faceless miles. 

Desperate to escape secret point of view, 
I interrogate light of finity. 
With uncreated essence of our souls 
we erase our weird visibility. 
We graduate from symbolic concepts 
which connects our bodies to nameless souls. 

Composed from different particles of faith, 
we still become what we try to escape. 
Beyond idea of transparent color 
I fail to remember my childhood dream. 
Each butterfly that transcends silent gloom 
connects our bodies to the empty meadow. 

If the never-ticking clock opens time 
we should escape dank prison of the self. 
So when we wake in flavor of moonlight 
we find we are still bodies of our names. 
Death sprinkles raindrops of arrogant hope 
that connects our bodies to swirling seas. 

Awake in last pool of red evening light, 
I bury my shadow in cluttered words. 
Asleep in first sorrow of nevermore, 
I become the name everybody calls me. 
Trees walk the signless road to paradise 
since death connects our bodies to blank stars. 

When I wake I decide to meet the ghost 
who imitates the face I always wear. 
Lost on the signless road of refugees, 
I whistle melody no ghost can hear. 
Wind embodies itself in the torn dress 
which connects our bodies to long-lost hopes. 

Tending herbs and worts in communal gardens, 
we translate gossip into fairy tales. 
Crickets haunt twilight in the field of crops 
where we discuss theology of death. 
Tombs enclose houses on the river shore 
which connects our bodies to singing skulls. 

Persephone gives me apple of love 
because she is the soul of fertile Nature. 
We wither and bloom in cycle of lust 
as we generate children from our dreams. 
Old book of stories everybody reads 
connects our bodies to new fantasies.