Saturday, December 6, 2025

Unhurried Horror Of Hope

Unhurried Horror Of Hope
© Surazeus
2025 12 06

Perhaps I shall receive moment of grace 
that reconciles assertiveness of faith 
with tragic nature of our universe 
where people striving to create with love 
suffer from disaster, disease, and war, 
bodies torn from minds shattered by despair. 

When I align instruments of dream sense 
in good order through discipline of thought 
to arrange weird concepts of mental dance, 
I lie on high oriel of desire 
beneath obstructing walls of paradise 
to sleep with murdered ghosts of my regret. 

Despite myopic focus of my mind 
on sensuous craquelures of innocence 
that fracture classic landscapes of my heart, 
I choose to perform florescence of faith 
beneath gloom-swirling nimbus of concern 
from which sprouts haughtiness of cautious hope. 

Based on vital reputation of trust, 
constrained by civil privacy of fear, 
I excuse schizophrenic ardency 
with revelation of sordid mind-chase 
that might replace honor of appetites 
disremembered by visitors who vote. 

Soft hints of potent threats from promised pride 
routinely uplift bruised hearts from despair, 
brilliant with unhurried horror of hope, 
to found global democracy on trust, 
except for those blinded by images 
of cardboard ghosts in birdhouse by the church. 

Yet scarlet flower petal in black hair 
of my shy bride reveals her character 
of precious attention to chiming prayers 
that soothe aching hearts on cold winter nights 
with ample whispers of unspoken love 
encoded in songs on the radio. 

Still trapped in narrow street of broken doors, 
down which unwintered winds of magic eyes 
could channel progress of still-changing times, 
we walk beside ancient river of skulls 
to navigate expansive chart of creeds 
in frantic passage beyond holy halls. 

Wearing black cloak in library of dreams, 
Breanna gazes in large crystal ball 
to watch first flash of the big bang flare forth 
in swirls of galaxies where planets bloom 
with organic creatures who strive to grow 
as wingless angels who sing memories. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus takes his family to celebrate birthday of his son Orion at the restaurant where they eat pad thai noodles, coconut-milk corn, and pandan cake.

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