Vortex Of The Here

Vortex Of The Here
© Surazeus
2025 12 28

Place carefully your heart on broken stone 
to displace sorrow from mirror-forged bone 
as if you want to understand our pain 
by dancing madly in eccentric rain 
despite how legless churches walk away 
from disciplined denial we should pray. 

Remove your heart from where you placed it last 
so when blind strangers ask about your past 
you can deny removal has occurred 
when faceless angels worship the absurd 
before the sun erases frantic fears 
from hands of farmers clutching broken spears. 

Align your heart with false engagement rules 
because alignment resists fragile tools 
through games of harrowing escape we play 
with brave persistence though heretics stray 
from roads of tangled arrogance till death 
teaches brave children how to manage breath. 

Repeat your feelings in ten thousand codes 
without repetition defined as roads 
till words we speak with passion lose their force 
though we persist in maintaining straight course 
against obsessive tides of social change 
because nothing that will happen seems strange. 

Insert your heart in vortex of the Here 
till Still Point of time is no longer here 
where nothing happens on grand cosmic scale 
except your feelings trapped behind the veil 
till we unjoin our bodies from our souls 
in vain attempt to replicate past roles. 

Proceed to showcase beauty of your heart 
as directed by vision of the chart 
which updates true direction of our fate 
toward which we head to find our loyal mate 
though you decide with shocking faith to pause 
anywhere lost people cry without cause. 

Adjust your heart in awed accord with time 
to what has already been proved without chime 
that charms our blatant minds of ardency 
awake from surging tides of honesty 
according to procedure in the book 
that no one ever reads each time they look. 

Confirm completion of your heart request 
which cannot be confirmed to be the best 
till we return to Step One of our plan 
deprecated by inquest that would ban 
excessive carefulness of dream contracts 
contingent on weird truth your brain extracts.