Fragments Of Forgotten Names

Fragments Of Forgotten Names
© Surazeus
2025 12 17

Pausing at margin of the world, I think 
through labyrinth of existence with you 
to study how time erases our dreams 
though we attempt to archive memories 
in shadows of strange places were we meet 
despite how language undoes our beliefs. 

Asserting beauty of flowers from stones 
through breath-turn of resistance to despair, 
I wrap hands of hope around shining urn 
filled with almonds and poppies of regret, 
because I adjourn in sidereal space 
while wearing costume of innocent love. 

Prefix to journey of my aching soul, 
bright aura of my heart illuminates 
urgent tenderness of insistent roads 
framed by portrait of our intimate thoughts 
concealed by emotionless masks we wear, 
transfixed by exquisiteness of respect. 

Startled by our cognitive dissonance 
that registers futility of hope, 
we revise necessity of desire 
to update our fatal relationship 
as we evolve our bodies into souls 
that coexist through weird realities. 

Preserved in lexicon of sacred truth, 
our love selects unwanted metaphors 
based on shared paradox of holy faith 
as we decide to be awake with love 
inside these fragile bodies of our flesh 
based on premeditated arguments. 

Between our words and images of truth 
we time-leap ardent texts as bonded team 
commissioned by our hearts to credit death 
with actual wisdom of translated waves 
based on acceptable puzzles of love 
that tangle our hearts in concept of weird. 

Material shock of hollow bones expands 
archaic laughter to efface our minds 
without regret for naive wonderment 
that precedes intuitive bafflement, 
though space provides context for our eyes 
to contemplate these crucial elements. 

New possibilities for absent voice, 
we share against subtraction of dear life, 
expand how much our bodies can intake 
through soft glimmer of devotional prayer 
that leaves our minds in unastonished trance 
as we find fragments of forgotten names.