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Sunday, November 30, 2025

Orchid Of Enchanting Truth

Orchid Of Enchanting Truth
© Surazeus
2025 11 30

I wear soil of wet earth as skin of hope 
so I can wonder how small angels fly 
and tweet in fruit trees of their fierce desire 
to generate new bodies for gene-souls 
so they can dance forever on wild wind 
that thrusts cold blade of fear into my bones. 

Tall tree that stands forever on high hill 
suddenly cracks and topples on its side 
when angry demon roaring in rain clouds 
hurls strike of lightning with aggressive grasp, 
so I howl happily at death of god 
who vanishes in swirl of hungry flames. 

I cannot find clear pool inside my heart 
that shimmers bright with weird angelic face 
who seems to know dark secrets I conceal 
till I stretch arms and legs to touch the sky 
but I feel nothing of its gleaming blue, 
then curl into my body with strange hope. 

When angry words of shadows in gold trees 
slice my skin with bitterness of hope 
I feel sap of hot blood ooze from my eyes 
so I chew fear in honeysuckle stems 
till honey drips from carol of my tongue 
to measure gracious curves of energy. 

Because the tall pear tree by singing stream 
remembers my caress at gleam of dawn, 
I pull aside thick veil of tangled vines 
to enter cavern deep into my heart 
where ghost of every person I once knew 
appears as glimmer in large diamond eyes. 

Long before my brave descendants of faith 
invent the door as frame of random dreams, 
I organize disconcerting events 
with judicious narrative that presents 
ceaseless flow of passion within framework 
assembling puzzle of my comic life. 

Startled by orchid of enchanting truth 
that blooms from corpse of my star-fallen god, 
I bear witness to beauty of this world 
in silly spells I teach children to sing 
as they skip laughing on the river shore 
while I imagine shadow of the door. 

I cannot wait another million years 
for god to evolve from the singing fish, 
so I weave feathers of crows in long cape 
then dance around the fire in ring of stones 
to sing of Hero who wears mask of god 
in battle against demons of despair. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus assembles four poles in sturdy rectangle in vain attempt to invent the door a million years before humans start to build houses from mud and fear.

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