Saturday, August 9, 2025

Fragile Life Of Faith

Fragile Life Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 08 09

The homeland of my heart changes each day 
I wake in eerie light of the strange sun, 
and sing of distances down signless roads 
to bridge infinite nothing of respect 
that spirals vastly between I and You 
with uncertain connection of dream words. 

Invisible thoughts I speak in whole words 
coincide with visions our brains express 
through principle of freedom time extends 
across abyss of cosmic paradox 
that gathers sense from countersense of truth 
on which we build this fragile life of faith. 

Across expanding boundaries of new words, 
that we invent with automatic song, 
I thrust unconscious passion for lush land 
so words impregnant silence with weird dreams 
through reminiscence for the spiritual 
contained in static theme now possible. 

Yet I pre-member life I soon will live 
stored safe in stone of river-flowing hope 
rendered more visible by placid flight 
essential for unhidden confidence 
consistent with conceptual accuracy 
we share in songs around the crackling fire. 

Receptive to connecting radiance 
through core attitude of recited spells, 
I measure fierce duration of cold breath 
when I express experience I create 
to master methods of perceptive growth 
exploring foothills of remaining faith. 

To claim uniqueness trapped in veil of change 
based on shared cognizance of loyal friends 
I chant spells which checkmate reality 
constricted by assertion of faint chance 
too random for incursions to regress 
from shattered remnants of forgotten tales. 

Porous construct of our fraught origin, 
contrived by maternal instinct to search 
for thoughts shaped round as berries and mushrooms, 
knows we capitulate from cognizance 
since nobody becomes what they are not, 
ordered by monotone fragments of truth. 

As representatives of divine light, 
we arrogate tragic tales of success 
for ourselves alone against tides of change 
to claim responsibility for love 
that radiates through mirrors of weird fate 
on which we build this fragile life of faith. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus lounges in class with his feet up on the desk as Paul Celan explains conceptual poetics of post-traumatic stress reorder.

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