Monday, November 4, 2024

Questions Worth Answering

Questions Worth Answering
© Surazeus
2024 11 04

In the process of becoming Unself 
I hear brand new songs of the unborn stars 
so I sell fruit of laughter on the street 
to strangers who visit city of dust 
where hungry people who are almost gods 
throw their dreams into the mourning sea. 

Life asks me no questions worth answering 
because I twist the grammar of false facts 
with stubborn cleverness of the bored fool 
he thinks he is wiser than the fruit trees 
that give up trying to teach him how to choose 
which pathway to take in garden of lies. 

Hidden inside language of relationships, 
which traps emotions in jokes I should think, 
my faith in goodness of humanity 
cracks fragile egg of conventional rules 
so serpent of my heart rises on wings 
of resurrection purchased by false hope. 

Effect of sentimental silence sparks 
questions about shocking experience 
erosive with contempt of honest fear 
though I glimpse my future on the star map 
that signals new romantic tragedy 
I must endure while sitting by the lake. 

The more I plainly speak about the truth 
the more distortions of variable facts 
dismeasure architecture of despair 
with fluid nonchalance of unread thoughts 
so we misunderstand how we could connect 
our bodies and minds to generate life. 

With grim concern for princess of the lake, 
baptized by the demon in the black suit, 
I vow to protect all women from harm 
by saving myself from obsessive hope 
through artful performance as the white knight 
rusted into robot of factory work. 

Underground language of silence retrieves 
my disoriented Unself from wild dance 
to carry baskets of fruit on the road 
to the market stall where housekeepers browse 
dreams I harvested from tree of life 
to keep our fragile souls from shattering. 

Adjusting order of particulars 
that sprout from sunlight of arrogant pride, 
I dig my fingers in soil of the Earth, 
composed of bones from dinosaurs and gods, 
and families slaughtered in the genocide, 
then step into the booth to vote for truth. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus writes questions worth answering in book of riddles that sits unread in the library three thousand years before Ophelia reads it and cries as she gathers herbs by the river.

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