Sunday, November 10, 2024

Horrible Beauty Of Death

Horrible Beauty Of Death
© Surazeus
2024 11 10

Through analytic desire of the mind, 
exploring horrible beauty of death, 
I contain grief of damage in strange art 
by formulating process of despair 
we program in our hearts with charming song 
that channels voice of sorrow from the ghost. 

No pre-ordained analytic idea 
governs expression of heart-breaking grief 
till I bind cries of anguish with sweet words 
weaving complex tapestry of distress 
in long series of vignettes which portray 
progress of my vain quest to evade death. 

Penelope unweaves tale of my life 
each night of terror in the bleeding moon 
to hide festering wound of her bruised heart 
with idyllic scenes of romantic love 
showing shepherds and weavers in lush fields 
building temples from bones of gods and kings. 

This material body of flesh on bone, 
generated by Mother in her womb, 
is chemical machine of moving parts 
which conjures glowing spirit of my soul 
so my conscious awareness of myself 
is function of my neural-networked brain. 

Aesthetic of the random rendezvous 
between material nature of my body 
and spiritual essence flashing my brain 
expands embellished by connective force 
between pure eye of mental contemplation 
and earth-stained hand of objective production. 

Kneeling in Garden of Eden each dawn, 
I dig hole in the earth to plant fruit seeds, 
but gazing in vast darkness of my mind 
I see hollow vacancy of my heart 
contained by dense black-hole star of dead light 
that spins as iron core inside the Earth. 

As descendant of Orpheus, still alive 
four thousand years since he spelunked the mind 
by searching caverns of the underworld 
to interpret weird shadows on the wall 
that both Plato and Freud explained is real, 
I sing to give all my ancestors voice. 

When Jesus emerges from shadowed tomb, 
lead by Orpheus from the underworld, 
he appears to glow with ethereal light, 
so Mary Magdalene, his pregnant bride, 
reaches out to touch his material form, 
relieved he does not vanish into dream. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus smiles with pleased amusement as Jesus and his wife Mary Magdalene embrace with excited joy after being apart during their secret operation to fake his death and escape across the sea with their children.

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