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Monday, September 8, 2025

Angelic Soul Of Flight

Angelic Soul Of Flight
© Surazeus
2025 09 08

Connection of my soul to wondrous glow 
of writhing flames that dance with lithe desire 
expands my heavy body with hot air 
so I float randomly around the fire 
to mock mute nothingness of anguished death 
that tries to drag me down in bleak despair. 

If I can keep my failures organized 
by sitting at lame desk of demon bones, 
because the frantic thoughts I will not speak 
clutter into blocking wall of regret, 
I might escape the endless maze of myths 
by flapping tattered wings of arrogance. 

I fail to sing psalm free of suffering 
when I reach down in dark bottomless well 
to grasp divine light of projective breath 
when my frail body lies porous in gloom 
so alien words of faceless strangers seep 
in exhausted heart of fake liberty. 

Frantic to escape sharp voice of despair 
that lashes my heart with bloody disgust, 
I run unleashed in wilderness of lies, 
fueled by terror of unspoken truth 
which tethers my angelic soul of flight 
with heavy anguish of visceral joy. 

Yet when I stagger in dry field of skulls 
with divining rod that buzzes with hope, 
I trust voice of the star-blazed oracle 
that blooms inside fertile womb of weird faith 
swollen huge with grief of the Pythian howl 
trapped in tangled words of the bitter book. 

Cracking alphabet stone of mute contempt, 
I shout wordless horror of seed rebirth 
with shuddering beauty of the god-mouthed clown 
translating prayers of clock-encrusted trees 
as I decipher unsayable truths 
with blinding instinct of the fallen fool. 

Losing track of time on the mountain trail 
that loops back through relentless time of fear, 
I dream about unborn children of light 
who crawl on sparkling sand beside the sea 
through slippery shadow of sweet innocence 
to transform incomprehensible respect. 

With slight reversal of conceptual thoughts, 
disoriented by trauma constrained, 
I upend virtual world of obvious lies 
with overwhelming laughter forged from tears 
to dance among disordered facts of death, 
then rise reborn from cleansing waves of love. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus cradles pregnant Ophelia in his arms as they kneel before Pythia who chants strange oracle spell about angelic soul of flight that prophesies how their child will found a new world religion.

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