House We Never Build

House We Never Build
© Surazeus
2025 06 26

My heart has never tasted death of time 
sweet as honey dripping from toasted bread 
in tangled words devised by humble priests 
to fool kind farmers with fantastic tales 
of men who fly among the glowing clouds 
with sheen of darkness smeared by wings of crows. 

The house we never build from broken bones 
conceals our daring hearts with shadow hands 
less quick than lightning that unlocks the door 
behind which mermaids sing of snowflake tears 
by keeping watch with guns of holy days 
while strange men walk in fields of singing skulls. 

Untwisted vines of saviors born from stones 
preserve our dandelion hearts of faith 
where mothers never bake sweet apple pies 
as if time charges weird electric codes 
that merge frail body with the dreaming mind 
for jagged effervescence Death regrets. 

Yet nameless millions walking signless roads, 
souls sacrificed to idol of blind god, 
emerge from fractured television screens 
to prove equations of clipped algebra 
expressed with salt of bitter happiness 
before the coming of the dumpster clown. 

Too high on pedestal of wondrous thoughts, 
concealed by fabulous respect for truth, 
Tiresias photographs the cheerful crowd 
of students learning how to prophesy 
fall of the empire from the stolen book 
designed by Kwan Yin to preserve the truth. 

Despite fierce sorrow freezing my heart stiff, 
the river kingfisher with turquoise wings 
leads me safe to gray area of hope 
between the worry and the happy states 
so I sit quietly on couch of thought 
to contemplate history of human wars. 

If pungent scent of seaweed on the beach 
reveals the selfish nature of my love, 
then I release desire to share your fate 
so we together walk our separate ways 
along the river of romantic faith 
where angels drown from fighting dragon spawn. 

Narcissus gazes in the mirror pool 
till Eve gives him ripe apple of his fate 
so he climbs ladder Jacob built from bones 
and rides with Noah on the crowded boat 
to find old Plato mumbling in his cave, 
where Galileo gives him his telescope.