Ledger Of Failed Projects

Ledger Of Failed Projects
© Surazeus
2025 08 14

My name is incarnation of the sky 
that reflects faces of people who search 
nowhere for the ledger of failed projects 
in formulas written with hot swamp mud 
so we can hear the silent voice of God 
that never speaks the name we cherish well. 

Our skeletons of glass dance in the rain 
to hold aggressive gusts of lonely wind 
with hand of honesty no one respects 
despite the woman in the howling train 
who sings strange wisdom of the burning book 
so I can see the face of god again. 

She carves excessive elegy of faith 
in veil of dust that swirls in ecstasy 
deep in green silence of exploding trees 
because we keep on dying before dawn 
when sunlight strikes blow at the gloom of time 
while counting casualties in civil wars. 

Sweet bluster of brass cannons in the mist 
expresses sorrow for each soul who dies 
as flicker of shadow gleaned from my eyes 
that sparks songs on the radio of fate 
where faceless ghosts on mournful landscape vote 
for demon hidden in the singing book. 

Infected with experience of hope, 
we search for hillside where all knowledge ends 
to find how love springs from the anguished heart 
trapped in library of the burning book 
where faceless ghosts preserve dreams of lost scrolls 
in glowing embers of seraphic eyes. 

Adrift on great emptiness of nine seas, 
I peer through spectacles of glowing glass 
to read verse riddles of atomic nodes 
describing solemn artifacts of faith 
which I cast carelessly in divine flames 
when I push boldly in fog of the future. 

Fierce consciousness that shimmers in my brain 
scores notes of music in grand symphonies 
to praise demonic child of wordless dreams 
who opens wide every museum door 
to release faceless ghosts of my ancestors 
who gather in coliseum of hope. 

Though candle of truth flickers at midnight 
she guides the seraphim in silver gowns 
with eerie music of the golden ring 
that spirals tight with old ancestral genes 
preserving all our memories in tale code 
that writhe in vision of the world I make.