Tide Of Historical Change

Tide Of Historical Change
© Surazeus
2025 11 18

When tide of historical change recedes 
after terrible storm of tyranny, 
I find myself gasping on sand of despair, 
so I breathe deep ethereal ghost of hope 
and laugh at boggy horror in my brain 
to make myself the monster I most fear.  

Loquacious gods of arrogant dismay 
teach me to measure landscape of the brain 
so I express disaster through my play 
with fraught dynamics of dependent joy 
that duplicates my spirit in each mind 
trapped in lush garden of the holocaust. 

No genesis of birth is guaranteed 
based on logistics woven from fake dreams 
we share through ministry of urgent chance 
that Mercury assigns to patriots  
who sell permission to profess proud guilt 
for hiding despicable attitudes. 

Impulsive laughter about nothing real 
jiggles piercing gaze of ardent hope 
for blind voyeurs who creep in paradise, 
immersed in fierce performance that conceals 
fascinating opinions of foul thoughts 
that crack glass shields of innocent contempt. 

With the lighthouse keeper she falls in love 
based on environs of the churching world 
lit by attentive beams of cautiousness 
which modulates danger of vigilance 
based on casual whimsy of mocking tones 
before death germinates from rotten hearts. 

Not knowing well how gasping will of fate 
could flash truth-twisting wisdom into lies 
may now confound how well I play this game 
by which I trick believers to expect 
their crucified god will return again 
to enforce justice with the lightning sword. 

She loves each saint who shines their holy light 
on brutal ugliness that smears this world 
with honest horror of absent desire 
through pointless project to paint surfaces 
of mirror masks with features of my face 
so you can trust that thoughts I speak are true. 

To cleanse abomination of his heart 
with quaint forgiveness that arrogates bridge 
on which we cross in fog of urgent prayers, 
she gives him everything inside her heart 
till he consumes excessive randomness 
before he drowns in restless tide of change.