Monday, October 20, 2025

Gliding With Demon Breath

Gliding With Demon Breath
© Surazeus
2025 10 20

Too far beyond tomorrow I have flown 
on excess sorrow of the rolling stone, 
so I build bridges between lonely hearts 
while selling illusions from apple carts 
because the living room light flickers faint 
at sudden appearance of the sad saint. 

Grief carves accelerated counterpoints 
in timeless passion on my boneless joints 
till I leap in deep lake of honest pain 
to drink electric wisdom of dawn rain 
so I can represent facts about life 
with inventive process of psychic strife. 

My heart cannot afford to lose its faith 
in randomness of events twined by the wraith 
who teaches me to summon wingless birds 
based on arrogant loneliness of words 
that bind my body to this shaking globe 
which I feel spinning though I wear my robe. 

Dire exaltation shouted in springtime 
traps me in public pageant of bold crime 
because I dream the world will end in flame 
consistent with random rules of the game 
we play forever in each life reborn 
till I wander away with heart forlorn. 

Though treachery of nostalgia lures my heart 
to long for sacred past that falls apart, 
I pause to hear the heartless siren wail 
as she laments the project I would fail, 
so I imagine every way to die 
while gliding with demon breath in the sky. 

In charge of my own secret consciousness, 
I try to build Bridge of Forgetfulness, 
but ghosts of laughter dance on my lost grave, 
so I hide while singing in the grandiose cave 
about how people weep in castle towers 
where I must practice divination powers. 

Escaping to the place where I was born, 
I walk beyond horizon of gold corn, 
to chat with frog of gold hypnotic eyes 
who weaves my network of psychotic spies 
when the bitter king tears down the White House 
in vain attempt to confiscate my spouse. 

Sly proverb that declares with sanity 
how we must learn from dire calamity 
to live the present through enlightenment, 
till pride chains our souls with entitlement, 
surprises me with falseness of its tone 
analyzed by sneer of the mountain crone. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus teaches Demian how to glide above the town by breathing spirit of the holy clown.

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