Hypothesis Of Our Hope

Hypothesis Of Our Hope
© Surazeus
2025 04 19

Machine of nature flashing in our hearts 
recomposes shadow of timeless faith 
that serves as nothing more than glowing mist 
which shrouds our valley of the singing trees 
who wonder why we weep tears over death 
since they will transform our atoms to fruit. 

Exasperation of the flowing stream 
deprives our hearts of faith in birth of light 
with numbing rancor of the falling rain 
that reveals how our bodies need good food 
in lucid testament our breath declares 
as words that fall in soil as dreamless seeds. 

Since God is hypothesis of our hope, 
devised in desperate circumstance of fear, 
we travel forward over windy plains 
along invisible road of weird shapes 
in dream of faithfulness that leads our steps 
beyond the farthest hill of rugged space. 

So that is how we figure in our eyes 
this world of rivers flowing around hills, 
where trees provide sweet fruit of life to eat, 
is round as apples red against the sky 
that we steal from the hissing snake of death 
so we can dance around the burning bush. 

Through divine election of hungry hope 
we traverse rugged hills in latitudes 
of probability with eager faith 
to assert amorality of choice 
as we progress in motion without laws 
to prove we are free agents without cause. 

Based on caprice of passion to transcend 
frustrating limits from this frame of flesh, 
we justify our journey against death 
to circle valley of our spirit birth 
so we can explore the whole universe 
according to Eternal Will of Fate. 

Hope to build new Eden in the waste land 
highlights the desperate folly of our hearts 
that leads us to wander in tangled woods, 
howling in horror at shadowy beasts 
that haunt our aimless journey to our graves 
till we see our gaunt faces in the pool. 

Though lumens of our beauty wear away, 
we follow flashing moon of changing faith 
that chimes progressive flow of unmarked time 
in uniform degrees of psychic growth 
till we transform into shadowy beasts 
and fade into mute sorrow of the lake.