Weird Voice Of Death

Weird Voice Of Death
© Surazeus
2025 06 01

The house the grows inside house of my heart 
reaches out to hold hands with the oak tree 
who whispers tales written in code of leaves 
about the fallen angel of the moon 
whose face hangs on the bedroom wall each noon 
and talks to me with the weird voice of death. 

The giant stone of smooth white solitude 
that glimmers in grass beside the driveway 
explains to me why the sky appears blue 
so I gaze in the humming hole of hope 
where ghosts of every soul who ever dreamed 
sings spells to me with the weird voice of death. 

The god who dances on telephone wires 
teaches me how to fly with psychic breath 
so when I master lithe swoop over homes 
he names me Sirius for the primal soul 
who weaves immortal spirit of our genes 
encoding truth in the weird voice of death. 

Dressed as the Mad Sun King for Halloween, 
I channel soul of Sirius through my brain 
when I knock on one hundred thousand doors 
to cast out shadow-ghouls that haunt bare rooms 
who fight tyranny of time with glass words 
programmed to imitate weird voice of death. 

Wearing mask of Sirius forged from glass, 
I perform grand role as world pantomime 
to highlight mystery of the shocked sublime 
enthusing mortal brains with divine truth 
which swells our spirits huge as singing whales 
whose sea motifs translate weird voice of death. 

When I scale the wall of difficult dreams 
to glide with moon breeze in the orchard grove, 
my primal soul, incarnate as Sirius, 
catches water-sprites streaming from bright stars 
that teach me how to live the modern life 
alert to beauty from weird voice of death. 

When I am young boy at the dawn of time 
I sleep on my back with hands on my heart 
so young girl who knows my real secret name 
gives me apples for free with charming grin 
so we run together in flower meadow 
to sparkling pool that hides weird voice of death. 

Each time my soul mate calls me Sirius 
we kiss beneath the sprawling Tree of Knowledge 
which sparks flower of electricity 
to gain enough power of honest faith 
so we assemble puzzle of our love 
designed to organize weird voice of death.