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Wednesday, August 20, 2025

Sharp Ache Of Truth

Sharp Ache Of Truth
© Surazeus
2025 08 20

He opens the notebook with sudden urge 
to record the random thoughts of his mind, 
but taps his fingers on blank page of doubt 
with idle nonchalance of the snide seer 
amazed at meaningless sublime of life 
that pierces his heart with sharp ache of truth. 

The microscopic thought of measured words, 
that myths will die with makers of their truth, 
accelerates his plunge in solid sea 
imperceptible to most honest tribes 
who attend church of the mental disease 
with crypto-mystic code of abstract faith. 

Exact assertion of lightness we share 
luminates inner core of secret homes 
with upward motion onto downcast stars 
where devils crawl across the pleasant sky 
with universal sadness no one buys 
though knowledge dawns before the end of time. 

Untethered spirit of angelic faith 
floats over fields of unwalled paradise 
where we attempt to raise the dead with prayers 
that crack brute lamentation of the sky 
despite abysmal waste of stubborn lust 
that almost drowns us in our bitter tears. 

Since he has time to live well in this world 
against all odds of arrogant respect, 
he dances with immune abandonment 
where fairies of midsummer gamble fate 
against conceptual clock of each new hour 
that renders aspect of the forest pool. 

All children know that God was never real 
except ideal our parents advocate 
as goal for which we strive with rectitude 
to transcend limitations of our brains 
by wearing fur in harsh Antarctic hills 
at sudden thoughtlessness of ecstasy. 

Good fluencies of routines mimicked well 
infect Hadean source of spirit pain 
with frantic gestures of our personage 
when he decides to photograph the sun 
who lounges naked on fluffed clouds of fate 
to taste disfigurement of mortal masks. 

He likes this version of himself much more 
than solemn language of irreverence, 
so he invents new theologic code 
that defines fake parameters of fear 
though trapped in self-delusion of lost faith 
still piercing his heart with sharp ache of truth. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus pulls spear of truth out of his wounded heart, then asks the child if God is real before he floats away on ocean waves to prophesy the rise of Zarathia from ruins of America.

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