Blankness Of All Time

Blankness Of All Time
© Surazeus
2025 09 14

Waking up from the blankness of all time, 
eyes bulging with undreamed memories of hope, 
I stand in shady glade of apple trees, 
still wet from endless sorrow of green rain, 
and shiver with tweets of birds in my bones 
till wordless melody swirls from my breast. 

Stepping cautiously among twisted trees, 
where gold-eyed snakes with flashing rainbow scales 
slither hissing among apples that gleam 
from crystal rays of sunlight, I approach 
faceless apparition of pulsing angst 
who vanishes in blankness of all time. 

Weird voice of passionate faith penetrates 
squirming anguish of my volatile heart 
hazardous from arrogant ecstasy 
that spurs through hedonistic heresy 
my mission to extract from festering fear 
meticulous monster of my seized mind. 

Slightly skeptical of sociable skits 
we are required to perform with sly trust, 
I spook the spineless spirit of my heart 
with spectral motion of spontaneous faith 
against the better judgment of my conscience, 
attuned to slothful slander gods deny. 

Residual puzzles, from resurgent faith 
that dissipates through rhetorical tricks, 
confound those ebullient loyalists 
who sing effusive praises of respect 
before gold idol of elaborate code, 
trapped in cartesian framework of the world. 

Chromatic concept of the holy book, 
encouraging capricious cannibals 
to devour decadent theologies 
contrary to deterministic facts, 
opens wide devotional wings of hope 
that frees my soul from diabolic jokes. 

Shocked awake by Delphic diaphonies 
through discordant measures of numbered tones, 
I dispel deceitful spells of despair 
to activate diligent rites of passage 
with dexterous gestures of relevant riddles 
that could restore the world view I compose. 

Rabid rivalry of sordid respect 
traps our souls in conflict of interest 
between free will and predetermined fate 
from which I leap through blankness of all time 
to stand retired on beach of humming sand 
and catch the rain with shadow of my hand.