Wounded Heart Of Pity

Wounded Heart Of Pity
© Surazeus
2026 04 10

Emergent spirit, composed of sea bells, 
bequeaths new embassy through hieroglyphs 
detailing circuit calm of quadrant coil 
on which I sail beyond contrived complaints 
to cherish supple calyx Earth explores 
through monody my shadow souls express. 

Fantastic rain of unearned legacy 
pummels fields of private loneliness 
with ancient disciplines of mutiny 
by which my wounded heart of pity knows 
urgent silence outlawry still absconds 
despite fierce oaths contrary friends express. 

Far outside chilly walls of crowded church 
I sing with larks of unharmonious truth, 
tongue bound by bell-rope knelling fractured homes 
since I still wander doomed cathedral lawn 
through ripe assertions of sad epitaphs 
carved on strange walls in spells wild ghosts express. 

Though I have heard from scattered tones of stars 
antiphonal psalms no angel dares sing, 
I push against tribunal words of light 
at broken intervals launched into clouds 
from which I tumble prostrate on stark hills, 
hived in tales my old father should express. 

Up terraced meanings, desperate children mold 
from visionary voice of instant truth, 
we score eccentric cognates trapped by hope, 
though flawed encroachments tangle mute despair 
flung from towers of revival we seek, 
recording messages devils express. 

Taut matrix of our story-woven hearts 
enshrines false heroes who once filled our eyes 
with grand illusions of commodious fate, 
unsealed by forest spirit who knows how 
showers cleanse our putrid souls of despair 
evoked by anthems our sorrows express. 

Fraught carillons in tombs of withered gods, 
veering against light of synoptic creeds, 
lures our attentive souls long motionless 
to navigate our labyrinthine lies 
through pulsing monoliths of ardency 
now vibrant with sweet visions fools express. 

Index of riddles, that inspire our quest 
to hear sibylline voices of calm lakes, 
beneath which demons writhe oblique to fate, 
reveals palladium heart that nurtures me 
with tearful humor of healing regret 
so I may translate proverbs gods express.