Must Reckon With Fire

Must Reckon With Fire
© Surazeus
2026 01 14

If I must reckon with fire of the word 
that burns the mind with extravagant faith, 
I may elevate with riddles of truth 
vulnerable passion of protective pride 
because I crave closeness between our hearts 
that binds our self-reliance into love. 

Each word I carve on trunk of the Time Tree 
presents blueprint so the wild voice may draw 
inner beauty with emotional strike 
of blatant precision that tips my heart 
into self-indulgence of selfless love 
by which I model how great men behave. 

Rooted in performance through empathy 
my way of life belabors honesty 
by working in the orchard of the lost 
who steal their faces from forgotten myths 
then sleep in chicken sheds with angel wings, 
caged by economic necessity. 

Yet while I trudge across the frozen lake 
on lucid mirror of infinity, 
I stop and gaze at vast array of stars 
that do not calculate what fate I live 
when I feel the complete universe shift 
sideways at glimmer of the wordless book. 

Winter stars pierce my tender breast of faith 
with surprising laughter twirled by swan wings 
so I grasp morning light with blurred respect 
when I zoom out perspective to full scope 
that collects stories in anthology 
devised as scripture for the refugee. 

Illiterate sky of naked alphabets 
expands so far beyond my conscious shell 
that I consider how my body floats, 
mythologized by billowed gravity 
since I am young and thus expect to know 
how far across the country I must go. 

I will be nothing after I am dead 
as head of brave Goliath on the plate, 
amused by reverence for heroic deeds 
that save the tribe from monstrous tyranny 
before the hour of change has run its course 
since I must reckon with fire of the word. 

I see true essence of all things that are 
because they vibrate with word energy 
through brave attentive flight of honey bees 
that show me how to fight the tyrant king 
and free our people from his grasping greed 
that dissipates in age of frantic peace.