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Sunday, January 4, 2026

Stone-Hearted Men

Stone-Hearted Men
© Surazeus
2026 01 04

I dare to call myself human since light 
defines container of my hungry hope 
that guides halting steps to the edge of time 
where I watch blazing eye of timeless hum 
born from strange darkness of the tangled tree 
that sings with wordless passion of the wind. 

Echo of invisible thoughts vibrates 
through sudden flash of dark in stolid hills, 
revealing endless rows of silent roofs 
that shelter fragile flames of human souls 
from hard relentless rain of nothingness 
that drenches minds with stories of desire. 

Hard stone of solitude on wind-lashed plain 
transforms into Stone Man with spider eyes 
who trudges solemnly on river shore 
where jagged rocks explain contempt of death 
expressed through power of assertive hands 
that grasp material strangeness of the wind. 

Fearful of death that crushes souls of men 
with sudden strike of sharp spear in the flesh, 
Stone Man adores power of his strong hands 
that twist wind into stones he builds in walls, 
constructing haven that secures safe space 
where bodies of survivors may relax. 

Two girls in leather skirts run frantically 
across the desolate plain of jagged rocks, 
chased by pack of wolves with flesh-tearing teeth, 
so Stone Man runs to assist their escape 
by batting rocks with wand of respect 
that stun wolf heads and knock them in the dust. 

Providing shelter inside walls of stone 
to people lost in wilderness of pain, 
who escape gangs of thieves and packs of wolves, 
Stone Man teaches them to tend apple trees 
and cultivate herbs blooming from hard soil, 
so they cooperate in producing food. 

So many stone-hearted men with blank names 
sheltered people lost in the wilderness, 
creating Heaven in waste land of Hell 
where we assemble at stark flash of dawn 
to eat and sing tales of moral success 
in rituals that become religious states. 

All we can ever do in flow of time 
is savor beautiful strangeness that gleams 
through vibrant mirror of eternal now 
since religions are clubs which venerate 
books that chronicle lives of honest men 
with hearts of stone who build Heaven in Hell. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings about all the great heroes in human history who build walls of paradise to protect people from harm which becomes the Heaven where people long to dwell.

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