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Tuesday, July 29, 2025

Concerns Of Your Heart

Concerns Of Your Heart
© Surazeus
2025 07 29

I want to address concerns of your heart 
but I cannot see your thoughts in your eyes 
that shimmer bright as sunlight on the lake, 
so I transform into the sprawling oak 
and stride down the middle of crowded streets 
to stand on roof the crumbling White House. 

Yet overnothing of the dreamless lake 
forms ice from words that crawl on broken wings 
prepared to clock delusion of free sight 
related to how stones punch silent thought 
more paralyzed by our remotest hope 
that gleams from lamps on people-crowded streets. 

Reluctant to accept death-laugh, erased 
by ancient unwords trapped in rolling stones, 
I program evolutionary phase 
we play on cluttered stage of cosmic fear, 
better than holy clown of evermore 
who nails your false voice to cathedral door. 

Retreating forth with miraculous seeds 
cloud-stretched beyond infinity revealed, 
we tear masks of our most authentic selves 
off bold robotic monsters we become 
to buy salvation from hypnotic toad 
who eats concerns that foul my loyal heart. 

Each story seed I find on signless road 
bursts forth from frail egg of my hungry heart 
when I lie on cold marble floor of fate 
to gaze amazed at high cathedral roof 
resembling ribcage of the dinosaur 
who steals conceptual legacy of truth. 

Each flake of snow that drifts into my eye 
transforms to graceful fairy girl of fate, 
gowned in white silk with pink rose of respect, 
who offers glass of wine when I arrive 
to ask her hand in marriage of true minds 
till she morphs into the crucified Christ. 

After I stumble lost in the waste land, 
clutching blank tablets of communal laws, 
I find Saraswati in scarlet dress 
sitting on stone rim of the fountain pool 
with smile that causes great empires to fall 
because I feel true concerns of her heart. 

Now that I understand her secret heart 
I see her thoughts shine in her ancient eyes 
when she glares at me with admiring rage 
that transforms me into the three-eyed crow 
who flies into bright blazing sun of fame 
with song that shadows all with honest truth. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus and Paul Celan find Saraswati strumming the veena that vibrates with the holy spirit of redemption.

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