Crippled Hands Of Hope

Crippled Hands Of Hope
© Surazeus
2026 05 02

I try to figure out the secret way 
to have the world, that vanishes in mist 
at flash of sunset over distant hills, 
preserved in frame of fragile words I chew 
to chronicle strange journey of my soul 
since hour I first begin to hear birds speak. 

Head tilted so I see beyond dark sky, 
I listen to sunlight explain dream flight 
through thought-vibration spiraling from fear 
that makes my brain itch, stark with eagerness 
to seek dark mountain cave where rain is born 
with thirst to drink honey before I die. 

Harsh pulse of love still urges I expand 
tone of my heart enough to conceal gloom 
through frequent repetition wind contrives 
when I tear roots of sorrow from my heart 
against sweet wretchedness of innocence 
designed to trap my brain in cage of truth. 

Yet deep in eastern sky of bleeding stars 
I hear the faceless men of everywhere 
jingle keys of duty when they explore 
permission to endure another day, 
though wealth they grasp with crippled hands of hope 
still tumbles worthless in trash bins of fate. 

Soon sizzling shadow sharing depth of light 
winds threads of anguish, born from molecules 
by shocking sounds of long-forgotten art, 
around my fragile body by the sea 
that shivers from excessive strike of wind 
when I predict the future no one wins. 

So much to wish for without memory 
leaks from cracked skull of my atrophied clone 
against triumphant applause police sell 
to prove our weightless brains assert free will 
which never counts commercial gain of fate, 
yet translates desperation back to wealth. 

Sorrow stuck in consular envelopes 
requires admission of my primal birth 
on secret island where no god is born, 
who strains to bend electric bow of power, 
though fanged with ambition to rule the world, 
forever wandering in waste land of truth. 

I am no arrow suspended in flight 
toward secret destination no one maps, 
yet I transform from happy naive fool 
to weathered wizard wise in ways of weird 
when I design Puzzle Technology 
to resurrect my father through my son.