Flute Of Joyful Angst

Flute Of Joyful Angst
© Surazeus
2025 06 17

Deep in the lonely city of my heart 
where sparrows refuse to fly with fake wings, 
I search for secretive words of dead trees 
that shower my body with fractured light 
trapped by potential echo of the voice 
that crawls on rat feet in the alleyway. 

With adamant faith in the dreamless bus 
I wait in whisper of reluctant poles 
dripping icicles of hope from phone lines 
that teach selfless love to the Argonauts 
who play hide and seek till the evening falls 
in empty museum of the brain clock. 

Urged by aggressive thrust of life, I leap 
astonished by commotion of the mind 
that blazes bright with holy breath of moons 
too far away to see with naked eyes, 
so I carve statue of the faceless god 
in narrow niche of the small country church. 

No reader stays to observe doom of death 
that spreads my virtue in the narrow tomb 
where minds too generous for the harsh world 
mingle with dust of the dark shining Earth, 
since luster of my name forever fades 
like star that gleams long after it burns out. 

Awake on fruitful sphere of spinning Earth, 
I measure distance around pear-shaped globe 
to study every tribe of human souls 
which thrive on shores of rivers that collect 
tart tears of those who suffer tyranny 
so I expand my conscious sense of truth. 

When I confront beautiful truth of life 
to comprehend weird nature of my mind, 
I square the circle of eccentric faith 
to formulate limits of time and space 
so universal element of love 
flashes rainbows through prism of my heart. 

I love to climb the mountain by your side 
to wake immortal spirit of the Muse 
from dragon egg of our contingent heart 
with delirious rush of ecstatic joy 
that we could avoid Death another day 
and savor pleasure of rain on our skin. 

To understand strange riddle of our house 
we listen to the howl of ghostly wolves 
whose eyes appear in glow of candle flames 
while Willow plays her flute of joyful angst 
to predict probabilities that puzzles 
reflect wandering photons of my soul.