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Monday, February 16, 2026

Office Of Messiah Sleuth

Office Of Messiah Sleuth
© Surazeus
2026 02 16

Since I can plumb the sinking of my soul 
in heat that sinews my abolished will, 
I will not cherish struggle to retreat 
against wild burning of eternal beat 
that teaches me to love beauty of Death 
whose energy recalculates dream math. 

I see our sky ascending black as light 
with startled judgment of attentive right 
above brick buildings on the rugged hill 
that twists stark epitaph of rainbow will 
against hosannah cries of bitter fear 
that highlights process of the river gear. 

If roots of wild ingrafted olive trees 
should wither at harsh breath of winter breeze 
I scale dire revelation of my heart 
with arcane code of wisdom on star chart 
which I consult to prophesy in code 
fall of our empire on the signless road. 

Yet night enchants ghost lion in blue glass 
that shields my heart from haughtiness of class 
to coil my soul in portrait of my brain 
wound tight in telescope of spirit gain 
that dulls excessive pain of wind-stung eyes 
concealed by mirror of time-fractured skies. 

No mountain in this world is now unscaled 
by ancient sages who have never failed 
to light bold hearth of science with respect 
defined by gorgeous flash of intellect 
so we may journey to the Promised Land 
found on no map composed by human hand. 

Still no miscarriage of my fertile brain, 
she gathers books to categorize gain 
against assertive reach of mad fame 
by choosing not to bandage wound with name 
that speaks with querulous voice of concern 
for how bitter men steal books to burn. 

Ephemeral music of our savage skies 
teaches children that every creature dies 
with graceful paranoia stricken weird 
by tearful knowledge of the disappeared 
who auction memories in the temple hall 
in fair exchange for coins earned at the ball. 

Monotony of vision mirrors hope 
exchanged for childhood tricks on how to cope 
despite my stature as calm nihilist 
convinced by theory of the Narcissist 
that we may bear unchanging scroll of truth 
contrived by office of messiah sleuth. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus snaps fingers while Robert Lowell recites poetry with demonic voice of the Atlantic Ocean spiraling from his mouth in tides of truth.

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