Fractured Globe Of Ghosts

Fractured Globe Of Ghosts
© Surazeus
2026 02 06

Winter brightness blinks from core of my soul 
with closed alacrity of searing glints 
that wrench my freckled happiness with fear 
since hour I first reach out my helpless hands 
for mother of mankind to lift me high 
though I revise my memory with hope. 

Before I fall from complicated choice 
to measure future success with tree limbs, 
I drag withered bag of my punctured pride 
across heat-withered yard of honesty 
that leaves chunks of my memories behind 
which I collect and stew in pot of dreams. 

Adjusting tone of fierce anxiety 
with evening darkness of sequestered thought, 
I name each faceless ghost I meet with number 
to honor stars that blaze across the sky 
and smash our world view into smithereens 
so we remember why we are not born. 

Frost on the window glass of memory 
refracts clear light of wisdom bent to faith 
by severed sighs of wordless desperation 
which I would package with symbols of fate 
to understand how ice erases death 
each time I wake with arrogant surprise. 

So this is how I deconstruct your truth 
from mocking laughter of the greedy priest 
with rooted pleasure to expose your hate 
for everybody on this world but you, 
which leaves us stunned on threshold of world change 
beneath new arch of triumph stained with blood. 

Blurred flicker-flash of my immortal soul 
appears on both sides of the door at once 
with leaping fracture twisted by contempt 
when I cross field of alabaster skulls 
to visit every variant of our world 
till I find paradise unlost on Earth. 

Half sunk in ardent lake of hungry hope, 
I beam electric sparkles through my bones 
because this world should be more beautiful 
though countless creatures have died miserably 
over four hundred million years of lust 
to dominate this fractured globe of ghosts. 

I teach my children secret of this world, 
that we are driven by desire to breed 
new children who incarnate soul of genes, 
yet worship people who succeed as gods, 
dream guides who show us how to kill to live 
because we eat sweet sorrows of our hearts.