Story Thought Unthinkable

Story Thought Unthinkable
© Surazeus
2025 05 21

Though I have not lived very long on Earth 
I know everything that does not exist 
because I read about them in the Book, 
constructed from feathery bones of birds, 
which bleeds oil from my eyes at speed of light 
despite how deep I dive in sea of faith. 

All good intentions of my argument, 
revived from hollow flux of cracking stones, 
provide new framework for hard reckoning 
when I dispute the obvious state of things 
with perverse notions of important facts 
based on excited sweepings of regret. 

Indoctrinated by ripe fruit of lust 
that blooms with weighty opulence of hope, 
I note how fast time vanishes in thought 
describing fevered passion of fake art 
contrived to veil raw wounds of bitter hate 
with satisfaction of my random whims. 

Time jails accomplice of my fearless heart 
with mute abandonment of tattered jokes 
too late to check expansive pertinence 
with honest aspects I could not discern 
before morale may decimate our ranks 
each time I laugh at how trees seem to dance. 

I know the story thought unthinkable 
according to despair of brazen gates 
that might record surprising victory 
which I achieve with confidence of fate 
when I research elaborate assent 
with force of my insatiable respect. 

Ascendance on celestial planisphere 
against the common cause of global laws 
provides regressive undulance of truth 
which music counteracts with relevance 
for patience of exploding stars we lose 
when ships sink howling in the brutal sea. 

No words illuminate so well as those 
I steal from fractured legends of dead gods, 
who rage against machinery of delight, 
our secret business to replace grand tales 
with sullen heroes taught by suffering 
for humble memory of gigantic ghosts. 

They scatter scent of hazel in green rain 
when all their children on the road ahead 
evade clear presence of their unlocked doors, 
forgotten by the blind librarian 
who reads old news to ravens on bare shelves 
since we leave treasures of our dreams in books.