Ecstatic Beauty Of Fame © Surazeus 2024 12 11 Fame seems to be the random accident of bright attention focused on some soul who unwittingly accesses weird key which unlocks sympathy of careful hope in jaded hearts of millions who observe reflection of their feelings in brave action. Yet center of our flowing stream of thought collapses and reforms expansive faith from general self-esteem when opposites connect in puzzle of bored merriment random concepts that compose the whole scene based on intuition we share with fate. I am the reason trees try to explain existence without meaning in new shape contrived by ocean waves that swirl in minds of children eager to paint on blank sky portrait of god which imitates the man who smiles when teaching them how to survive. This prayer I offer to indifferent seas frames humble subject of the nameless man who gathers oysters from shallow mudflats to cook sweet stew for lost war refugees who haunt untold stories of novelists exploring pain in words to earn world fame. These ruined buildings of our past we score with bloodless numbers streaked across our face usurp our reason to have faith in man who spends all day painting angel of death with amorphous shadow of arrogance too simple for lost souls to understand. Our glorious centuries collapse in jokes solemn priests recite at our funerals beside buildings that still burn with state greed archived in caves of rancid circumstance till history surprises us with strange fate incumbent on the hero getting born. True color of melancholy highlights ecstatic beauty of fame who decides with vampire-earnest lust who benefits from wealth of psychic energy transposed from hearts of worshippers to mortal gods who forget how to play the part they earned. Apple trees blossom in void of my heart when I join you on the swing in the park with vague amazement of unspoken prayer to relate tragic tale of my downfall from famous vampire to forgotten god as marble statue buried in fake dreams.
Wednesday, December 11, 2024
Ecstatic Beauty Of Fame
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Orpheus prances on spotlit stage before huge audience of cheering worshippers to relish his fame as they tear off his prophesying head and throw it in the indifferent sea.
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