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Tuesday, April 14, 2026

Fragile Wings Of Thought

Fragile Wings Of Thought
© Surazeus
2026 04 14

Arrested by white lightning of the mind, 
I see strange demon outside looking in 
at how I translate flowers into juice 
that veils indifference Nature twists in trees 
which reassemble molecules of souls 
from wolfish passion to serenity. 

Love pulses subtly with portentous pride 
at mute confession no one dares express 
since darkness molds truth from attentive time 
aligned with psychic cause of liberty 
that we embody through obsessive play 
to build world empire from small colony. 

Concerned how rainbows pierce our aching hearts 
at fraction of the cost to produce dreams, 
I split expansive spectrum in huge books 
designed to photograph the blazing towers 
from which mad gods fall far on crippled wings 
who stare through windows at our cheerful feasts. 

Unbreakable soul of calm honesty 
decides to play no drama on world stage 
in vain attempt to parcel land in shards 
where children of dead gods design new games 
while running freely in cathedral hall 
beneath high arching heavens of regret. 

Our world keeps spinning in the silent void, 
sphere bound by writhing threads of energy 
that weave neural net of my dreaming brain 
with Ungod dwelling in Garden of Zarth 
which shimmers everywhere brave men explore 
because we celebrate core nothingness. 

If death preserves our fleeting memories 
in countless four-walled rooms of privacy 
against assertion of dramatic sun 
who sits in garden of accomplishments, 
we humbly walk with Death on signless road 
because our starlight bodies will decay. 

My new ethereal life of casual play 
presumes ontology designed by Fate 
who nurtures Garden of Hesperides 
to prove existing objects are more real 
than pretty concepts conjured in my mind 
which float away on fragile wings of thought. 

Shocked by how Hope mocks mortal fleetingness 
as gift of nothingness humans enjoy, 
I write new mental program in dream code 
to give each human power of the rain 
that falls in steady streams of liquid masks 
explaining why we give each other names. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus sees God looking in at him from blazing eye of the sun that never answers even the most fervent prayer of believers on Earth.

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