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Tuesday, December 2, 2025

Sunlit Shadow Ghost

Sunlit Shadow Ghost
© Surazeus
2025 12 02

I drink river water of aching hope 
struck by sweet lightning of aspiring gods 
which resurrects my body from mute pain 
so I pretend my spirit is still strong 
as I assert my sunlit shadow ghost 
with wine of Heaven bleeding from my eyes. 

Dear sea of secret troubles fills my heart 
with questions about noble history 
designed to strengthen courage of my fear 
so I will never hesitate to fight 
grim demons of the waste land who devour 
rotten pomegranates of faithful love. 

I cast demonic shadow of my heart 
down into valley of the singing skull 
where children give each other secret names 
to praise their mothers who reveal the sky 
with strict voluptuous sadness of respect 
based on diversity of twisted gods. 

Though every house we build with bleeding hands 
is burned by mocking laughter of your god, 
we separate our bodies from the Earth 
by breathing deep ethereal words of truth 
to undergo catharsis based on debts 
we never pay to Death who lingers near. 

Red raven of my heart spreads wings of flame 
to challenge twilight with electric gloom 
through existential passion for star flight 
though we keep tumbling to the broken Earth 
to wear wet soil as skin of arrogance 
in vain attempt to hide my angry faith. 

Translucent coolness swirled by ardent peace 
contrives with faceless gods of walking trees 
to preach through incantation endless time 
we share this fertile vale with grim respect 
by hiding wounds achieved with locked concern 
so we investigate each cause of death. 

Weakened by shocking afterglow of rain 
that smears our souls across soft bloody hills, 
we tear false sentences from raspy throats 
as we creep boldly over jagged thoughts 
with plan to dispel loneliness of joy 
so we can bury light in mangled hearts. 

By imitating spheres of dreamless eyes 
I draw the perfect circle without help 
connecting curls of canceled certitude 
with ringing jewels of defective words 
trapped deep in helix which identifies 
decadence of my sunlit shadow ghost. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus teaches faceless people how to identify their private sunlit shadow ghost that always seems to slip free from their theological hands.

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