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Monday, July 28, 2025

Worried State Of Mind

Worried State Of Mind
© Surazeus
2025 07 28

Assembling puzzle of conceptual truth 
from wingless flight of fragmentary blue, 
I write electric runes on mirrored hue 
to capture visions from messiah sleuth 
in fairy tales no fool takes seriously 
except to contemplate the psychic key. 

Though clouds reflect our worried state of mind 
about the future weird illusions weave, 
hearts troubled by ambiguity to grieve 
how travelers leave all their dead behind, 
we play slow hide-and-seek with mocking death 
when sly ventriloquists steal surprised breath. 

Wise crickets prophesy how nations fall 
from arrogance of bitter tyranny 
contrived by grand scheme of my barony 
when I trace your face on glass temple wall 
in desperate measure to retrieve my heart 
from rotting apples in the broken cart. 

Awake entirely far from east of time, 
regret still singing through the cataract, 
I analyze emotions based on impact 
which expands from genetic code of slime 
to claim vast Godhead of eclectic states 
revised by arcane code of mindless fates. 

Behind shell of my adamantine face 
assertive spirit of my hope-wrecked faith 
attends with skeleton glow of my wraith 
combined with raw energy of each place 
because my heart translates song of sea waves 
to false theology that blind faith saves. 

Toward light ascension of the waterfall, 
averse to sorrow-blistered sluice of fear, 
I cherish people too far to stay near 
by mapping their location on world ball 
that spirals violently in timed abyss 
yet gently enough for lovers to kiss. 

Wise cows in meadows of the humming oak 
give moons to mothers in shape of crystal tears 
transforming cats to humans without fears 
who steal wings from angels now only woke 
to classify souls from the other world 
with labels designed by the cosmic herald. 

By worthy sorrow forged in city bridge 
we gather wordlessly by fountain pool 
to discuss operation of the school 
while picking black fruit of the pepperidge 
till Emily emerges from her cave 
to sing about final shape of the grave. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus visits Emily Dickenson who brings plate of cookies, so they sit among her flowers and chat about sweet sorrows of love.

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