Addiction To Liberty

Addiction To Liberty
© Surazeus
2025 02 24

Cracks in the mirror of the universe 
are not cracks that open my heart to love, 
so I walk clean cement sidewalk of hope 
to catch the falling star of solitude 
and use its liquid fire to heal my heart 
that mirrors faces of souls killed in wars. 

I shall kneel in ruins of bombed-out homes 
and gather burned photographs of the dead, 
then frame them with ontology of power 
to hang them in museum of weird beauty 
so people with liquid gold in their veins 
can see their souls in mirror of despair. 

Holding lemons in my generous hands, 
I look at faces of innocent children 
who gaze with wonder at the fractured world, 
safe in classrooms where no bombs of war fall, 
and teach them how to sing the alphabet 
composing spells of wisdom in sad songs. 

Though we fear annihilation of death 
and revere assertion of social power 
to vanquish insecurity of rage, 
we shall gather in houses of locked doors 
treasures of beauty we make with our hands, 
kept safe from hordes of hungry immigrants. 

Awake on river shore of wordless faith, 
I gaze at gleam in the amethyst ring 
that records voices of lost homeless souls, 
encasing letters they will never write 
in empty coffin of their long-dead god 
who arrives with fishing gear and root beer. 

Searching for nameless ghost of the locked door, 
who tries to help me understand their pain, 
I look out window of the haunted house 
to peer inside dark shadow of the mind 
where fishing boats bob on the lake of dreams 
though first mother still sits under the tree. 

Alone in wreckage of our social state, 
undone by addiction to liberty, 
I lie in ruins of our old world view 
and search for meaning in the mindless sky 
where light from stars that burned out long ago 
flicker with sweet calmness of naive faith. 

When I walk toward you on the busy road, 
two lost souls nameless in the teeming crowd, 
we shall unwind our tangled hearts with love 
to treasure mirror of the universe 
cracked with adorable flaws of the soul 
that reflect our souls long after we die.