Question Formal State

Question Formal State
© Surazeus
2025 04 23

To be the one who comprehends the why 
that spirals plight of the helical ray 
which beams from nuclear mind of the sun, 
I question formal state of nothingness 
essential to chain atoms in thought strings 
which pulse with passion of my eager heart. 

To wash contention down with flushing words 
despite decision angels calculate 
to stretch our souls beyond bounds of the brain, 
I drink excessive flow from melting ice 
which leaks thick psychedelic dreams of fate 
constructing palaces of jeweled eyes. 

To think aggressive logic forth from doom 
through curved progressive steps of ardency 
reflecting metered tales on angled walls, 
I pour demonic blood squeezed from sponge flesh 
on sunbaked desert pavement of my heart 
to oil jagged fragments of memories. 

Orpheus pauses in the bleak waste land, 
and squints into nerve-jangling glare of fear 
that shimmers thick on boundless plain of dread 
where no signs point the way to paradise, 
then laughs wounded with hysterical pride 
at shriek of vultures circling void of time. 

To strum taut strings on lyre of Mercury 
that twang too taut across eternity 
as tangled sinews that compose my being, 
I scratch at desert pavement cracked by hope 
for one faint simmer of moisture dispersed 
though I shiver freezing in blaze of light. 

To taste soft flowers Ophelia held 
in trembling hands of shy flirtatious faith 
still plump and white with sorrow of dawn snow, 
I croak audacious hymn of travesty 
at mirror mask of death who watches me 
crawl ten million years across scorching sand. 

To bloom from rain-soaked soil of honesty 
with lithesome grace of heaven-reaching flight 
fire-fueled by urgent quest to transcend pain, 
I scream nonverbal howl of rasping cough 
on crippled wings of pure angelic rage 
as Earth embraces my frail soul with death. 

Orpheus stumbles into apple grove 
and falls face-first on plush lawn of wet grass, 
skin cracked and peeling from hot desert sun, 
and coughs as Ophelia pours in his mouth 
cold apple cider spiced with cinnamon 
that beams divine soul of god in his brain.