Fluke Of Blind Fate

Fluke Of Blind Fate
© Surazeus
2026 03 21

When I learn with startled alacrity 
that I carry the sea within my heart, 
I open small box of treasures I keep 
to find immensity of timeless truth 
expand scope of every cell in my flesh 
tensile with strangeness of who I might be. 

Still I accept maimed happiness of fate 
that gives me fruit instead of chocolate bars 
when I seek gifts of food from open doors 
with stubborn expectation that blind chance 
will lead me to lush garden of delight 
from where I lie trapped in tangled desire. 

Though every night of lightless gloom is long, 
as sense of time inflates eternal glow 
beyond all bounds of measurable constraint, 
I know bright light of morning will appear 
as slow flash piercing gloom with ache of trust 
that I still breathe soft river breeze of faith. 

If I keep falling into future frames 
against stricken dilation of regret, 
I might find, hidden in trap of my heart, 
expansive wings of fierce vitality 
by twisting sideways from preordained fate 
to avoid imminent crash of concern. 

Dazed in cavern of grief with fractured eyes, 
I ask deaf Nature for reward of grace 
despite vain attempts to resist the fall 
when I condense assertion of mute will 
in sparkling sphere of force inside my heart 
by which I seek salvation of the sea. 

Released from grim enclosure of my mind, 
my heart leaps high through competitive zone 
with stark passion of undetermined chase 
in flowing fashion of unfolding fate, 
vibrant with frequent breath that resonates 
with startled sense that I am still alive. 

Pure tone of slow ecstatic hum reveals 
glimmer of self-knowledge that emanates 
from trembling truancy of free resource 
when I attend communal feast of friends 
to join coalition of stubborn hope 
since time can be dangerous to sudden truth. 

Weird randomness in changing tides of wealth 
leaves me alive another day on Earth 
in spite of near collisions with blind Death 
who mocks my luck avoiding nothingness 
since Fame strikes me as sterilizing curse 
which I avoid by sheer fluke of blind fate.