Heights Of Unloneliness

Heights Of Unloneliness
© Surazeus
2025 05 23

Obsession with stark blueness of the sky 
alerts me to strange songs of animals 
that buzz in acrid timber of my skull 
when I stomp grapes with eager feet of hope, 
though blinded by excessive light of rain 
which I collect with baskets of my eyes. 

Quickening fear of frantic afterthoughts 
displays ostensible reason ghosts hide 
from real eyes of the mindless universe 
who completes its purity through my brain 
that soaks in tears of broken continents 
which shift and crack on seething waves of fire. 

With sad voice deep as mountains writhing rocks 
she sings electric melody of faith 
too sweet for plain existence to ignore, 
so we invent weird reason we exist 
through profound beauty of heart-haunting tunes 
the moment we lock eyes with fateful death. 

Returned from country of the rancid lake, 
we gather in wide circles on bare plain  
to drink sweet sorrow people hide in songs
tinted with aggressive desire for life 
since we survive assault of arrogance 
contrived as prayers the righteous steal from fear. 

Trapped in deep well of my truth-hungry heart 
from which I attempt to crawl with bent claws, 
I realize nothing matters I can change 
since I have figured out the secret truth 
about why people give each other ghosts 
woven from shadows of unspoken fears. 

Dark clouds of never-falling rain expand 
over asphalt road shining blue with rain 
where frail metal cars on rubber tires glide, 
driven by angels crushed from loss of faith 
in silent meditation on despair 
that fuels assertion of alienable rights. 

Obsidian mask of the nameless sky god 
reflects true face all my ancestors wore 
which I see in thick window of the car 
gemmed gold with sparkling drops of evening rain 
each time white lightning splits eternity 
so I can comprehend nature of love. 

So when she glances back at me with joy, 
eyes glowing golden as the midnight moon, 
I vow to protect her from pain and fear 
and bring her fruit and flowers of the Earth 
as we perform our complicated lives 
in reverse from heights of unloneliness.