Vineyard Of My Heart

Vineyard Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2025 12 30

I drive across the desert of my heart 
to find two-headed monster of despair 
dancing among stars on the mountain peak 
while drinking blood of humans killed in war, 
then steal every photograph ever snapped 
and mold them into golem of lost souls. 

I wander in the vineyard of my heart 
spoiled by frost of inadequate respect 
contrived by thieves with legal strategies 
to ambush angels on the bridge of lies 
based on procedures scientists devise 
to unspool stories of heroic fools. 

I set fire to garbage heaps of my heart 
through lamentation for the injured god 
who clutches scroll of invisible faces 
that spiral within frame of reference 
from contradiction of spectral libraries 
stuck in congruent absence of false words. 

I release serene demons of my heart 
reflected on surface of fraught conceits 
that serve as unreasonable substitute 
though nothing is guaranteed to be real 
from speculation reduced to kind jokes 
based on skepticism of proven facts. 

I critique meaningless plays of my heart 
that present subjective degrees of being 
through evolutionary leap of faith 
contained by flirtatious malaise of friendship 
mixed with abstract rituals of shrewd denial 
counterclockwise from arrogant respect. 

I wash capacious window of my heart 
from perimeter of contagious passion 
spoiled by false information no one sells 
better than the monster in flowing rivers 
whose riddles duplicate difficult truths 
as ladder to indeterminate planes. 

I wander roomless palace of my heart 
to unseal reliable evidence 
that we are golems of backward deferral 
just awakening from sequence of dreams 
where bodies proliferate from slime pools 
because lines converge at infinity. 

I measure boundless gardens of my heart 
without empathy for fame-addled winners 
who sell their memories to the highest bidder 
with grand tales of assumed identities 
commensurate with theology of pride 
exposed by sorrow of aspiring angels.