Vital Boundary Of Should

Vital Boundary Of Should
© Surazeus
2026 04 21

If I maintain my rendezvous with Death 
in fertile light of the ultimate good, 
I may inherit miraculous breath 
far across vital boundary of should, 
since I thrive through social obscurity 
with starlight in gloom of security. 

Preserved as nameless ghost in field of time, 
I spring unborn out of the Central Mind 
by which my character performs as mime 
for state ontology my brain designed 
in that uncertain hour before red dawn 
reveals forgotten spirit of the pawn. 

Blown by indifferent wind of careless fate, 
I wander toward familiar compound ghost 
of every person I meet by the gate 
who may still cherish me as Temple Host, 
assumed as faceless stranger without goal 
who waits for me to assign them their role. 

We tangle alien languages of faith 
in hybrid code of misunderstood truth 
that weaves new vision of the cosmic wraith 
who appoints mad fool as messiah sleuth 
with mission to revive the empire force 
which we derive from wyrd celestial source. 

I find my body on the distant shore, 
where I left robot of my secret self, 
to chronicle success of the Dream Store 
extracted from books of myth on the shelf 
composed by angel of the bloody wing 
who gives me Lyre of Mercury to sing. 

That bitter tastelessness of shadow fruit, 
which offers promise of divine insight, 
fools no one but cruel thief who dares to shoot 
in shameless bid to gain control of light 
which I oppose with motive to maintain 
productive peace where everyone may gain. 

Brave speech may purify strange dialect 
our tribe employs with calm alacrity, 
but through conceptual diction we project 
expanding scope of psychic ministry 
to weave all languages of Earth in one 
with the microphone rather than the gun. 

Still meditating in the Yellow Wood 
on which road of the future I will take, 
I map my vital boundary of should 
to ensure my story is real, not fake, 
so I stride boldly on the misty heath 
to keep my honest rendezvous with Death.