Calyx Of Conceptual Code

Calyx Of Conceptual Code
© Surazeus
2026 04 11

More ardent than how crows explode from rocks 
are tangled thoughts of tainted misery 
that drive me to walk endless neighborhood 
of manufactured homes designed to hide 
wolf spirit that lurks in each human heart 
with passion to survive fake fantasy. 

Though beauty of this energetic world 
pulses too bright for my sponge brain to see, 
my eyes assert brave effort to perceive 
electric essence flushed with quirky light 
when I stroll asphalt streets past flowered yards 
to listen for gossip of crows in elms. 

Binding fierce rage with calm spell of the Way 
that swirls deep as ocean waves in my cells, 
I float entranced by sudden vernal smells 
proclaiming ancient song that Nature writes 
with scars on soft bodies of human ghosts 
who conceal divine souls with masks of pride. 

Though I never return to land of myth 
that pulses all around me with sunlight, 
I ask Eurydice if she will sing 
psalm of darkness that still keeps her alive 
thousands of years after she caught the snake 
and took it writhing in deep cave of dreams. 

Because Eurydice sings the same psalm 
that lead her to escape prison jewel mine, 
we today can follow glamor of hope 
that she exudes on stage of ecstasy 
to understand blood moon of soul rebirth 
as we replay her tale in church of faith. 

Though singers of old tales change every age, 
translating ancient dramas for new ways, 
strange music of humanity vibrates 
forever with each spin of Earth in space 
when immortal spirit wears our new face 
so Orpheus appears each eighty years. 

When we are young and restless with desire 
we wander endless roads of fantasy 
to design weird role of our destiny 
by carving our place in dream of our time, 
startled into wisdom by charming chime 
that Fortune rings to wake us from our dream. 

Now that I play role of my special state 
by wandering somewhere to evade my fate, 
I analyze fashion of my true self 
that blooms in calyx of conceptual code 
to understand strange nature of my being 
that causes my love-wounded heart to sing.