Laughter Of False Faith

Laughter Of False Faith
© Surazeus
2025 11 18

Relaxed in hollow of dream-fractured house 
where my ancestral ghosts play chase with death, 
I bleed my eyes as words in holy book 
that flaps crow wings of frantic arrogance 
to bear my wordless soul to paradise 
where my glass bones form foundation of faith. 

Contrary to how time allocates truth, 
we give each other lies our trembling hands 
mold from desperate hope to understand 
why our bodies pulse with hungry light, 
eager to transcend mute nothingness 
by singing sorrows of weird ocean waves. 

Town bus we ride should always take us home 
past fate-parceled lots with numberless doors 
that never open to our fearful knock 
unless we forge new key of innocence 
from fractured skulls of gods we find in dirt 
that singe our hands with laughter of false faith. 

Since faith means nothing to the rolling stone 
that tumbles from lame hands of Sisyphus, 
we steal gold coins from coffers of the clown 
who claims he owns both our bodies and souls, 
then give them to the woman on the beach 
who shows us where the sun is born each dawn. 

When I step off the bus outside of town, 
far from the nearest church, school, store, or bank, 
I find myself with no direction home 
outside the walls of paradise we built, 
so I walk nowhere to find my own grave 
filled with books of stories no one can read. 

I become oak by the side of the road 
where I stand ten thousand years of steady change 
to watch small tribes of humans multiply 
into sprawling empires of warring gangs 
who contest over which man will play god 
till death erases them all from the land. 

When I return to body of my self, 
I wake just three hours after midnight 
to contemplate strange patterns of my life 
where I keep wandering somewhere else to find 
house of the rising sun beside the sea 
where lost girls take control of their own lives. 

I drift two hours on gentle waves of faith 
that surges strong as forceful energy 
which fuels assertive passion of my play 
when I perform this artificial self 
that I have molded from experience 
getting lost on the signless road nowhere.