Lifetimes Of Arcane Truth

Lifetimes Of Arcane Truth
© Surazeus
2025 02 04

The most important concept of all time 
that he could say with words upon his tongue 
chokes his soul with fraught anguish of despair, 
so he carves bitter curse on church brick wall 
with holy blood from his dream-crippled hand 
to prove his innocence to the glass moon. 

Descending holy mountain of black smoke 
with fractured tablets carved with divine words, 
he struts before blind people of the land 
to show them beauty in the crystal sand, 
then steals the beautiful dreams of their hearts 
yet leaves them praising his name with respect. 

Through liquid shadows of colorful fears 
time slithers across smeared mirror of fate 
in measured deformation of sweet lies 
when he expresses doubt about plain facts 
that crush television screens into sugar 
which sweetens deception of honest faith. 

With blindness of Nature reflecting hope, 
reticent to accept bold deference, 
he perceives ingratitude of dark debt 
unsheathed by grasping hands of idol masks 
asleep all winter under frozen dirt 
which hinders success of untempered plans. 

Wild energy of aggressive desire, 
by nature trenchant with excessive hope, 
inspires his purpose to regain the sky 
with distinct keenness of separate instincts 
considered too wealthy for the fecund chill 
still crippling children with pity from Death. 

Alarmed by fluid definitions, stuck 
in restless landscape of unsteady flight, 
he glances back at disappearing roads 
replaced by twilight of abandonment, 
unfit for romantics who ignore how 
fate suspends our bodies with taut contempt. 

Windows effaced with shadows of suspense, 
accessory to contemptible crimes, 
he almost understands mystery of Zen 
inhaling hollow strictness of disgust 
without moderation through equity, 
tangible only to sensitive minds. 

Safe under canopy of the fruit tree, 
undistracted by whiteness of the bridge 
across which spirits float on wingless breath, 
he ponders why all conscious entities 
accumulate lifetimes of arcane truth 
which all vanishes at hour of our death.