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Sunday, June 8, 2025

Revelation Of Belshazzar

Revelation Of Belshazzar
© Surazeus
2025 06 08

Because I never tire of singing trees, 
I hide from mankind in the glowing screen 
where cattle are but shadows on the hill 
and junipers bleed tears of graveless souls, 
so I will carve their long-forgotten names 
on stones that crack at rave of petrichor. 

Rooks that caw at my window before dawn 
teach me to understand song of the Earth 
so I plant trees of demons in the sky 
that drips wet clay on crystal temple walls 
where yearning souls fly round the fractured world 
to seal our languages in burning books. 

That noiseless patient spider of my heart 
which crawls vast promontory of despair 
still launches filaments of secret codes 
to map the measureless ocean of space 
where I build bridge of words beyond my soul 
that hangs on gossamer thread of weird truth. 

Thus I traverse the globe for sacred lore 
so my stern heart may learn experience 
designed by prudent tact of angsty wit 
by which I light the steady lamp of faith 
so I may wander lands beyond my town 
till all the world becomes my secret home. 

Through science I analyze Providence 
to balance reason with passionate hope 
supporting wholesome faith of nourishment 
which fuels my journey to the Promised Land 
where I perform great deeds from innocence 
to render fear of absence obsolete. 

Dispersed by words across infinity 
to rise from Nothing of conceptual light, 
I spring from ideals of my memory 
through incantation my heart radiates 
by caustic prayer confounding my free will 
based on Revelation of Belshazzar. 

Thus I record sad cries of wind-thrashed leaves 
to hint at nothingness of bitter cold 
which glows in hollow of my trending heart 
based on resistance I must exercise 
through fierce exertion of my honest will 
to transcend limits of my time-bound space. 

Aroused by gleaming fantasy of faith, 
my brain asserts authority of fear 
to bind chaotic swirl of charity 
with mask of meaning for the doctrinized, 
forged by electric flame of words I speak 
till we become sufficiency of Death. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus and Ophelia take their children to the restaurant to eat fried chicken while the wicked witch recites the lost Revelation of Belshazzar.

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