How I Create Life

How I Create Life
© Surazeus
2025 05 30

The casual way huge herd of silver clouds 
gallops over rolling hills of tough grass, 
hoofs grazing canopy of secretive trees 
where monsters of my imagination lurk 
till they vanish when I look in their eyes, 
inspires me with hope that life goes on. 

Wild spinning roulette of the mountain wind 
rouses woods of my heart from drowsy faith 
with shock of thought disorder that disrupts 
slow undulation trapped by social words 
that shift my world view into overdrive, 
swirled by entanglements of honest faith. 

Escape from demolished room of my faith 
accelerates my transition to new state 
of hungry passion for eccentric thoughts 
that swim silver-scaled in Memory Sea 
where I sail safely in small scarlet boat 
toward lighthouse in old temple of dead gods. 

Beached on the silent island of regret, 
I step on shifting sands of actual truth 
as alien to this province of contempt, 
and reach for shadow of the gleaming moon 
that overwhelms my mind with buzzing ring 
so I fall backward into well of gloom. 

Whose warm hand of compassionate desire 
catches me from falling into abyss 
of harsh traumatic memories I conceal 
puzzles my heart with adoring respect, 
but when I wake beneath the willow tree 
I see no savior other than the wind. 

Enormous tower of evasive hope 
spears straight up into whale-belly of clouds 
that writhe with lightning flashes of despair, 
so I climb rocky path of broken dreams 
that winds in haunted groves of laughing snakes 
to insert key of truth in door of fear. 

I lock tight shielding door of fortitude 
against aggressive words of Jupiter 
who hurls thunderbolts of anxiety 
to shatter mirror of my modesty, 
but I hide safe in paradise of pain 
and nurture life that swells within my heart. 

Sharp arrow of desire that strikes my heart 
opens wounded rose of conceptual love 
so I grasp skull of my mother and stare 
tearless into hollow hope of her eyes 
till I envision through epiphany 
how I create life from anguish of death.