Friday, December 6, 2024

Heaviness Of Unknown Truth

Heaviness Of Unknown Truth
© Surazeus
2024 12 06

Waking up to the heart-arresting sound 
of gunshots when the walls of Jericho 
crumble from revolutionary horns, 
I hear only silence of quaint suburbs 
tinged with rapid cadence in cheerful chirp 
of the chestnut-sided warbler at dawn. 

Yet strange violin of your broken heart 
follows me at night down ten thousand streets 
where angels of beauty, whose voices ring 
in rain, have drowned in rivers of our hopes, 
weighed down by heaviness of unknown truth 
that calls us with soft melodies of fear. 

Till Phantom, strange cat with serpent-gold eyes, 
appears in smudged window of our shared fate, 
we wonder at view of the world we see 
from safe haven of frail security, 
for she assures us with her anxious purr 
that we will never see approach of Death. 

Dangerous softness of fate-summoned waves 
reveals strange hugeness of our broken world, 
cluttered with debris of lost memories 
restrained by silence of their nameless bones 
which our ancestors latticed into Earth 
with abrupt crashing of reluctant time. 

Solemn autopsy of numberless homes, 
conducted by our cold objective moon, 
exposes trauma twisted into words 
strewn among daisies on rotten church lawns 
too distant for grief from shadowy rain 
to remember why we visit our graves. 

Stuck in ceremony of frozen time, 
with faint resemblance of my maskless ghost 
hungry for hope, I choose to redefine 
true nature of our fraught relationship 
as geared toward honest laughter of the clock 
that echoes inside mirror of our eyes. 

Hostage to our passive-aggressive love, 
we ask stenographer of crooked rules 
to record apologies orphans cry, 
signified by crumbling cities of faith 
dismembered by ambitions of rich men 
to squander wealth from suffering of the dead. 

Though boundless sky of opportunity 
belongs to me with heart of my lost love, 
I claim no ownership of fertile land 
yet soil of compassion blooms by my hand 
when I produce food for tables of wealth 
which bear the heaviness of unknown truth. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus weighs the heaviness of unknown truth to measure maturity of sorrow constructing empire of our memories that rings with song of the chestnut-sided warbler of fate.

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