Fugitives From Modern Times

Fugitives From Modern Times
© Surazeus
2025 06 11

Though blind ghosts of faith, hope, and charity 
haunt leafless forest of my word-chained heart, 
confounding vision of the sacred truth 
that glimmers with alluring fantasy, 
I wander lost beyond the Afterlife, 
drowning in waves of perceptible space. 

No monstrous evil possesses my mind 
with ache of absence from the restless wind 
that casts bleak shadows on pictureless walls 
to highlight center of my heated cause, 
untwisted by murderous breath of fate 
less healing than smart pain of innocence. 

Still wounded in faint shadow of dread snow, 
I feel your absence haunt my hollow heart 
with fragments of false memories we share 
despite state doctrine we should always care 
long after furious blowing of hot wind 
that drenches oak-treed neighborhoods in fear. 

If our hearts throb at sudden flash of truth 
when we turn on artificial room lights, 
we my remember why we cling to hope 
with fierce intensity to fragile rope 
that dangles frame of flesh above the deep 
since sacred relics are not ours to keep. 

Still prodigal of light till end of time, 
I feign indifference to this piteous state 
marked by the crooked spite of honesty 
because we think this wicked world is right, 
conceived from sweetness of selfless regret, 
though stranded by the misty lake at dawn. 

Unwound by frantic clock of Nevertime, 
our names on headstones by the empty church 
yield stories of our lives to elements 
erasing memory of our consciousness 
which dispels rumor of immortality 
through desolation of the hungry hour. 

Agrarian principles of desolate faith 
compel the fugitives from modern times 
to seek faint solace in lush fields of oaks 
where grass blooms rich from corpses of dead souls 
who beg uncomfortable angels for facts 
which recalculate road to paradise. 

Chipped wing of the stone angel, who knows why 
organic bodies bloom and then decay, 
extends protective services of faith 
through twilight uncertainty of brave hope 
to pray important shrift of timeless death 
for rancid circumstance of charity.