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Monday, September 29, 2025

Curved Trajectory Of Faith

Curved Trajectory Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 09 29

I watch the shining crescent boat moon glide 
with stately grace above the ancient oaks 
where Venus stands in flowing gown of clouds 
holding high her lamp with the Morning Star 
above the prow to guide her journey west 
along the curved trajectory of faith. 

Through parabolic symmetry of time 
I somersault across the rolling hills 
to bend my body lithe in graceful leap 
by dancing balanced on taut wire of hope 
that we embrace with passion for the truth 
that fuels our journey to the Promised Land. 

She half-remembers parable of trees 
that knowledge is empty function of being 
preserved by zero sum philosophy 
that we contrive from humming wings of words 
upon returning to the lake of skulls 
which dissolve into sparkling sand of time. 

While Venus lounges in the last row house 
left standing on the street of leafless oaks, 
I slouch on cracked steps of eternity 
and watch cars rumble down the broken road 
till drones with cameras float overhead 
to record how our great empire will fall. 

Still stuck between the rock and the hard place, 
I hold snarling wolf of Rome by her ears 
before I decide to apologize 
for any inconvenience I may cause 
since I intuit feelings people hide 
through necessary indulgence of false pride. 

Through urgent bestowal of clemency, 
based on psychotic waiver of respect, 
I plot world revolution of the weird 
based on amazing grace of faceless clouds 
because the lonely prophet on the train 
calls out my name from in the hurricane. 

Reaching my arm up to the empty sky, 
I try to touch the mirror face of god 
who murmurs honey spells of tender fear 
in tangent with the burning sun of dawn 
when light creates the shadow of our souls 
by forming magic ladder to the moon. 

Wearing pink gown for the midnight ball, 
Venus walks in prairie of star-kissed wheat 
while holding folded-paper boat of hope 
to ask the demon of the jungle why 
we ache with sorrow for the souls who die 
with calm acceptance of the endless rain. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus runs eighty thousand years to follow the Morning Star of Venus so he can find out where the sun is born.

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