White Horse Of Pulchritude

White Horse Of Pulchritude
© Surazeus
2025 06 09

Since fashion springs from age of charlatans 
he blazes his own path in solitude 
by plunging on white horse of pulchritude  
through bramble hedges of contrarians 
on faithful pilgrimage to the Dream Cave 
where Muses play electric lyres and rave. 

To speak in common language of the soul 
he leaps off cliff of fear and soars on wings 
sewn from black heart of the demon who sings 
heart-wrenching spells composed for sacred role 
which he performs on actor-crowded stage 
far outside lines of verse that bleed the page. 

With deliberate violation of form 
he casts decorum on the dirty ground 
to contrive mangled spells from code unfound 
through artificial laughter of the storm 
based on perversions of unvalued ways 
fake prophets chase in cluttered city maze. 

By stripping beauty from lattice of tropes 
through disassociation from state law 
his shout from rooftop of the dragon maw 
deregulates true meaning from false hopes 
inimical to sapped significance 
long scrutinized by schemes of arrogance. 

Resurgent scrutiny confined by hate 
subverts played proposition forged from fear 
through fraught distinctions frail seers cannot bear 
despite strict rudiments of free-will fate 
contrasting measured math with prophecy 
which substitutes courage for odyssey. 

Drowned by cold water of embittered tears, 
he floats in mindless Sea of Nevermore 
while she soars high in flames no angel bore, 
though both seek true love trapped by social fears 
through tragic concept of infertile love 
crushed by physics enforced by stars above. 

Through no alternative of psychic faith 
can souls regenerate again in flesh 
except by incarnation as gene mesh 
from egg of hope sparked by sperm of the wraith 
which must exemplify celestial rule 
that we choose fate with the verbalized tool. 

Repeating harmony of ritual play, 
he gathers fruit from Knowledge Tree of light 
based on experience through formal plight 
molding false idols from sensitized clay 
that never come alive with conscious breath 
though we play hide and seek with Father Death.