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Friday, May 30, 2025

Chaotic Swirl Of Hope

Chaotic Swirl Of Hope
© Surazeus
2025 05 30

Why clouds glow silver in the boundless sky 
I cannot speculate nor ponder why, 
absorbed by beauty of the shocking light 
that pierces my sad heart with ache of right 
as I drift in drowsy uncertainty 
at source of mysterious sublimity. 

I see in mirror of eternity 
face of my Muse born from absurdity 
who will take mask of my face off the wall 
and kiss my unfeeling lips when I call 
her sweet name with song of the nightingale 
who leads me through the misty roadless vale. 

I dare not doubt romance of the heart 
calculated well on my stellar chart 
based on inherent uselessness of faith 
contrived to trap concept of the star wraith 
in holy hymns believers sing in church 
beneath the gargoyle on his lonely perch. 

Though my horse of freedom strains at the bit 
I urge her race beyond the counterfeit 
to scatter oak leaves scribbled with dream verse 
across fake planets of the multiverse 
which proves the living cannot love the dead 
whose ghost of absence haunts the pulsing head. 

Stuck in dank danger of my memory, 
through puzzle of my documentary, 
I love the evil witch who hates my soul 
so I play necromancer as my role 
to resurrect the dead in ballad tales 
who mock the process mental health entails. 

I long for bodied contact with my Muse, 
though beauty fails to support old world views, 
so I go through the Underworld of lies 
without looking back to ancestral spies 
who remember my frail dismembered frame 
strewn on the beach as bones without my name. 

I dig the skull of Orpheus from hard dirt 
to learn code of his weird prophetic art 
so I can weave chaotic swirl of hope 
in solemn proverbs that help people cope 
with lack of meaning in this brutal life 
where gods gain power by killing through strife. 

The dead we buried in tomb of grand myths 
return as zombies in ringed monoliths 
who disassemble narrative of truth 
that foretells coming of messiah sleuth 
who wears mask of god to hide nothingness 
though we sing on bridge of forgetfulness. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus wears the mask of Jupiter and preaches salvation through compassion for everyone in the church of the laughing gargoyle.

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