Thursday, May 23, 2024

Wordless Laws Of Fate

Wordless Laws Of Fate
© Surazeus
2024 05 23

Though darkness of our world surrounds my heart 
with vast bat wings of arrogant despair, 
I choose to sing with breath of lonely stars 
because I cannot know the whole of truth 
that formulates why of the universe 
so I blaze new trail in our wilderness. 

Stuck in dark pocket of my hungry heart, 
sunlight that longs to generate new life 
pierces through cracks in mirror of my mind 
so I can see where I am meant to be 
though I wander nowhere in field of grass, 
hoping to share songs with the river of eyes. 

Substantial as graceful ache of my heart, 
my spirit beaming from dream of my brain 
breaks into puzzles of sunlight on grass 
so I try to hear voices in the wind, 
but the universe refuses to tell 
how I should obey wordless laws of fate. 

Enormous nothing that transforms my heart 
from seed to forest on high mountain slopes 
reveals strange beauty of the universe 
concealed in features of her peaceful face 
when I see the nameless woman I love 
sleeping in shadow of my doting mind. 

Bewildered by fierce passion of my heart, 
I try to speak thoughts of the ocean waves 
so every stranger in the world can feel 
light of dawn cracking despair into shards 
that still reflect dark memories of despair 
we bury with seeds in field of rebirth. 

Awake each morning in grave of my heart, 
I count raindrops that bring me words of gods 
so I know how to encode what I perceive 
in religious doctrine of firm belief 
that frames window of ideology 
which guides my journey to the Promised Land. 

I dig up the old language from my heart 
so we can communicate with the dead 
who haunt stories preserved in ancient books 
as ghosts who rise as smoke from burning words 
when our eyes read spells of writhing runes 
that help us build Eden in the waste land. 

When wild animal spirits of my heart 
seek refuge in vast forest of my tales 
I paint their spirits on cold temple wall 
with lyre Orpheus gave me by the sea, 
so when you call on the telephone 
I can explain why every soul will die. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus records wordless laws of fate in the book of forgotten myths.

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