Blithely Down The Street © Surazeus 2025 10 28 I want to wander blithely down the street past people whose names I will never know, for I will never see when they were born, nor will I see them die and turn to dust, so every person I meet in the maze is the beautiful ghost glowing in mist. Awake in conclave of maples at dawn, I tend the crackling fire in ring of stones while horses trace with humble tails of hope love-guilty roads invested with dark vibes from words etched jaggedly on sublime trunks too expensive for the poor to buy peace. Acquainted with mad passion of the mind, smeared sweet with honey rainbow lies of fate, I paint errant visions on window glass to map strict education in cracked moons out of proportion to pictures of gods depicting nothing we keep for ourselves. Normal perversions twisting chocolate cakes expose Medusa eating sausages beneath wind-fluttered willow leaves of faith to prove that wishful thinking deceives hearts with wordless feelings if displaced respect soon rises from deep ocean of dead gods. No peaceful period of butterflies bears subtraction of faith from thunderous thoughts better than hour our glorious empire falls from plain incompetence of selfish greed, so we attend picnics in the state park regardless of who steals more from our hearts. Collective presence of registered gods feels different from that time of broken clocks when mothers mold their children from fake words by teaching them to transform wretched stones to screws Hephaestus forges from god bones till light translates lake of dreams to eyes. Suspicious nature of our naive hearts concords alliance with dismissive kings through misunderstanding of native songs ratified with tenuous concepts of faith reflecting self we choose to confiscate when nourishing togetherness in death. Askance perception of variant facts, superimposed by divine relevance, ensures generic threads of ardent time contrived from chaos of orderly hope that multiplies our bodies from dry dirt which leaves me stumbling blindly down the street.
Tuesday, October 28, 2025
Blithely Down The Street
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Orpheus wanders blithely down the street of every city in the world, taking photographs of every person still alive, and writes their stories in the book of fate.
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