Disassembled World View

Disassembled World View
© Surazeus
2025 11 02

Her laughter cracks the sky with happiness 
so we assemble on the river shore 
to share delicious food of energy 
we gather from dark wilderness of pain, 
then describe beauty of things we have seen 
that powers passion of our dream machine. 

Her hands dig potatoes from pungent soil, 
peels them clean with dull knife of honesty, 
then mashes them in hot pan on the fire 
till they are mush-thick with delicious hope, 
sweetened with molasses, butter, and chives, 
nutritious meal on which mankind survives. 

Gang of men on horses invade the town, 
smashing everything with hard arrogance, 
and stealing beauty from the crafting hands 
of people who run and hide in the woods, 
then return and cry for treasures they lost, 
but wipe away tears and get back to work. 

Hiding her favorite memories of pleasure 
beneath tangled roots of the sprawling oak, 
she writes his name in runes with dragon blood 
on fractured shell of his curious skull 
to conjure ambitious spirit of his heart 
which gives her courage to explore the world. 

To calculate value of time we lost 
rebuilding beautiful structures of fate 
destroyed by thieves who have no skill to make, 
we sit in circle on the river shore 
and teach each other secrets of our hands 
that we conceal from swindlers of the wind. 

Still clutching fragments of her lost world view 
that crumbled from attack of angry thieves, 
she huddles under sprawling oak of faith 
splintered by lightning strike from wrath of fate 
who stalks desolate shadows of desire 
in vain attempt to control water flow. 

If someone asks to know her secret name 
that writhes entangled in roots of dead trees, 
she stares at sunlight flickering on the stream 
where angels sell new wings to refugees 
assembled in the ring of stones to vote 
for who will save their paradise from greed. 

Her laughter heals disassembled world view 
by melding shards of wisdom in new mirror 
clear enough to reflect secrets we lost 
so we can see the future of success 
comprised of concepts written by dead stars 
for us to cherish in the fertile zone.