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Sunday, June 15, 2025

Ghost Of The Faceless God

Ghost Of The Faceless God
© Surazeus
2025 06 15

Shadows of my sorrow chase me in spring 
through trees that beam light down into my eyes, 
so weird joy I experience with shy fear 
blooms from daffodils of yellow concern 
when I breathe words of cold indifferent wind 
till my chest rises mountain meadow strong. 

With breath of clouds that swirl inside my chest 
I speak the real essential names of things 
to understand tense magnet of my heart 
that spirals tongue of thoughts with agency 
from buzzing honeycombs of innocence 
that resemble sections of memory. 

Stored in compartments of contrived events, 
my memories present moral proverbs 
which I categorize through fairy tales 
as study guide my frantic heart consults 
when faced with dangerous situations 
so I know how to evade strike of death. 

Enclosed in sectored brackets of my brain, 
strange memories of traumatic events, 
I guess must be what my ancestors lived, 
flash vividly clear in visions of hope, 
depicting actions they performed in fear 
which I apply to how I play my role. 

Abject with passion to transcend blind fear, 
I growl with fierce exertion of respect 
to stand upright on swiftly spinning Earth 
when I assert authority to speak, 
though my personness may evaporate 
at flash of lightning that luminates faith. 

This complete person of passion I am 
emerges from four hundred million years 
of evolution from lizard to human 
while I strive to overcome suffering 
from punishment inflicted by cruel greed 
till I become ghost of the faceless god. 

Inhaling spirit of the mirror sky, 
I submerge my body of aching flesh 
in sparkling waters of the silver lake 
to swim across abyss of nothingness 
in sky reflected on surface of time 
to hear soft echo of my wordless voice. 

Dripping sparkles of eternal starlight, 
I rise from lake of dreams at dawn of time 
and balance upright body with light beams 
to avoid falling against the hard world 
so I observe vast landscape of my dream 
and spread my arms to pretend I have wings. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus explores the mountain meadow, swims in the lake, climbs the tree to pluck apples which he eats, then sings about it all as he sits on the stone of words.

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