Breath Of Timeless Stars

Breath Of Timeless Stars
© Surazeus
2025 07 04

Where shall I put the emptiness of truth 
that highlights essence of the thing itself 
with subtle roundness of conceptual loss 
that sparks assurance of the wondering mind 
to measure multiplicity through thought 
with wholeness of unthinkable respect? 

Curved surfaces of felt objective things  
seduce aggressive passion of my heart 
to love completeness of existing forms 
that pulse with psychic breath of timeless stars 
encased in eyes of souls with conscious brains 
who find their secret name in light of hope. 

If I emerge from twisting vine of time 
compact with lived experience of fear, 
I might survive with bold mischievousness 
that helps me reassemble from strange dreams 
my broken heart with tangled roots of faith 
because I love futility of light. 

With obvious knowledge of my secret self, 
that sprouts awake from fertile ground of being, 
I bracket segments of intense events 
through progress of imaginary tales 
contained in space I clear with grasping hands 
to build new world vision from painful respect. 

Because I steal the golden key of faith 
from bitter demon of the rotten tree, 
who mourns the fallen angel of the moon, 
I bury fear of perfect pulchritude 
with sadness in the book of filthy lies 
so wings may sprout from anguish of my heart. 

Till seven egrets with electric wings 
return from burning tower of the fool 
with crown of jewels fallen from his head, 
I will convene council of faceless ghosts 
with mission to design our new world view 
that programs role for every human being. 

Because the egrets have all flown away 
to mark collapse of our global empire, 
I shall recalculate financial fate 
to fund attention of courage reborn 
for learning language of the apple tree 
that tries to explain secret of rebirth. 

Trapped in the haunted room of somewhere else, 
the blue-eyed girl whose smile builds monuments, 
describes anatomy of cosmic truth 
contained in molecules of floating clouds 
that sprinkle rain of life on soil of time 
so we hold hands and walk along the river.