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Sunday, December 21, 2025

Verdict Of The Lightning Eye

Verdict Of The Lightning Eye
© Surazeus
2025 12 21

The amount I pay for sinful mistakes 
has always been far less in terms of faith 
than standard deduction of karmic gain 
so I apply high ethic principles 
to how I perform my weird character 
programmed by my ancestors to breed life. 

Yet arctic thrush, with breast orange as sunrise, 
flits through wrecked darkness of the year-end gloom 
to sing of frozen sorrow breaking hearts 
in blizzards of pain on midwinter night 
which gleams in windows of ten million homes 
where silence cracks from ancient stones as light. 

So I consider why your charming smile 
should resurrect my body from its grave 
when you ascend gold stairs of honest hope 
to counterbalance anger with respect 
through angel wings on gyroscope of faith 
as we embrace to waltz till flash of dawn. 

Last star that falls on island of my mind 
bursts bright with silver language of concern 
through lavish wisdom of our secret code 
designed by verdict of the lightning eye 
to temper bitter hearts with ardent blaze 
so we both radiate with our shared romance. 

Still wary of the wondrous miracle 
that beams beyond our mortal sense of light, 
we gaze at child our bodies generate 
to find their secret name in glowing eyes 
refracting spirit of the multiverse 
in simple humanness of hungry faith. 

Awake in radiance of dream-filtered days, 
we walk together over random hills 
to follow sparkles of the mountain stream 
till we discover grove of apple trees 
where faceless ghosts of our ancestors sing 
to lure our hearts with vision of true love. 

With every wave of solar energy 
we build celestial breath of divine truth 
through strict siliceous beauty of the moon 
expanding sacred resonance of waves 
that crystalize our thoughts in solemn hymns 
because our minds weave one immortal soul. 

After our bodies crumble back to dust, 
so our unconscious vibe of selfless love 
glitters from frost beneath your lonely feet, 
our bodies return to maternal breast 
where hope transforms our atoms back to light 
that gleams in eyes of children we create. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus finishes installing electric wires in the house he built on the rock of salvation in the grove of apple trees where faceless ghosts play chase.

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