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Tuesday, April 22, 2025

Sapphire Of Weird Truth

Sapphire Of Weird Truth
© Surazeus
2025 04 22

When the stone angel rises from the sea 
with eyes of rain and wings of shifting sand, 
I follow her over threshold of time 
through maze of streets in every town on Earth 
to sprinkle drops of water on your heads 
so you can dream the way our world transforms. 

The happy girl who weeps on bench of stone 
wraps tattered cloth around her withered soul, 
yet dares cruel Cupid to shoot her bruised heart 
that shivers naked under love-blind moon 
while sad Endymion sleeps in empty grave 
which transforms his softy body into bronze. 

With no preconceptions of the square moon 
that shimmers silver with exact control, 
the stone angel swallows shadows of souls 
in fractured mirror of her cosmic mind 
with steady flicker of unfaithful fears 
which agitates conceptual peace of fish. 

Bright speckles flash on surface of her mind 
when the stone angel of indifference 
teaches me how to fish for dragon spawn 
which I roast on small flat-top pyramid 
as first restaurant in history of mankind 
while she sings to entertain travelers. 

We wander in vast labyrinth of our dreams 
past spinning clocks that measure timeless thoughts 
to weave wings from feathers of fallen angels 
so when we find the sapphire of weird truth 
we can see each other on distant worlds 
that sparkle frail across our galaxy. 

Unbalanced facets of electric lakes 
highlight penumbra of the screaming moon 
designed by suffering through our ecstasy 
which displaces our bodies across time 
so we must break down gold cathedral doors 
to live in fruitful garden of the mind. 

Invisible madness of medicine 
heals wounded hearts of cypher-severed souls 
who fish witty dialogue from the well 
that never fulfills wishes we express 
despite attempts to be mirthful on call 
during emergency games of contempt. 

Performing ritual of the sacrament 
to evoke blind god of false memory, 
we conjure instead stone angel of truth 
who calculates circle surrounding fate 
still hidden in the sapphire of weird truth 
which casts shadows of friendship we embrace. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus carves the angel from the stone that he sets above the grave of Endymion in the cemetery of the screaming moon.

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