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Friday, July 18, 2025

Build Shadow Homes

Build Shadow Homes
© Surazeus
2025 07 18

The bee that hides in anguish of my tongue 
leads me to river of the singing stone 
where three horses drink lost tears of the world 
so we put on our hats of ardent hope 
and dance with passion of the disappeared 
to build shadow homes on the signless road. 

The window that reflects my unseen face 
floats in the air without its framing home 
awake with words children scribble in dirt 
so we hold pencils in our crippled hands 
and write false stories of our broken hearts 
to build shadow homes among writhing trees. 

The shadow of my home glows on the grass 
but I cannot with telescope of faith 
find that sacred home my grandfather built 
so I carry its door on my bent back 
and walk over seven hills to the sea 
to build shadow homes where rain never falls. 

The broken lyre that dangles from my hand 
reverberates with songs no angel sings 
though this face that looks at me is not me 
so I carve mask with mocking satire grin 
that leaves me and becomes its own weird soul 
to build shadow homes in vast maze of myths. 

The tangled string of memory I hold 
forgets the story of my random life 
encoded in folk songs gods never sing 
so I watch children play tag in the park 
far from the battlefields of politics 
to build shadow homes in the twilight zone. 

The agitation of the aging fool 
who still insists he is king of the world 
crackles secret codes on the radio 
so I erase news of all tragic deaths 
from cluttered streets where superheroes roam 
to build shadow homes on the avenue. 

The winter sky of fractured puzzle plates 
depicts the wise sage still roaming the world 
after six thousand years of selling pears 
so I collect frail bones of dinosaurs 
on which our ancestors carved shopping lists 
to build shadow homes by the bridge of hope. 

The distance I must walk to find my mask 
that hangs on museum wall of wise fools 
keeps stretching rainbows of ambitious angst 
so I conceal my spirit in blank words 
that clatter marble-mirrored in your hand 
to build shadow homes without walls or doors. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus builds new home on shore of the River Styx where Ophelia and their children Orion and Ostara live beside the orchard of pear trees where niker-sprites flutter on gossamer wings.

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