Feel My Aching Body

Feel My Aching Body
© Surazeus
2026 05 03

Secret words weave clear thread of mystery 
from elemental passion of the heart 
to overcome weakness and win the race 
by leaping on quick wings of urgent breath 
in courageous bid to transcend taut bounds 
of physical endurance to survive. 

Though terror preserves my animal mind 
that animates assertion of my rights 
through structured layers of civilized rules, 
I confirm my soul with strict self-control 
by managing consequences of my acts 
to channel passion with logical verse. 

By gazing off into bright sunset flames 
when I slip fragile body into roots 
of hungry bushes on the steep hillside, 
I find I can deny reality 
shortened by sparkle of the rivulet 
that asks me how I feel with gauge of rain. 

I feel my aching body dissipate 
with each cold gust of alabaster wind 
so I become less solid that the stream 
that flows from fountain of my bleeding heart 
to flood deep valley of excited gods 
who cry for salvation to mocking clouds. 

Graceful girl I imagine I should be 
dances free with beautiful leap of faith 
as writhing shadow only in my head, 
so I ask the old woman who lies dead 
if her tangled hair weaves truth in rough hills 
because her skeleton now forms the land. 

Covered in mud and roots of the wild world, 
I walk into vast room of marble floors 
to hide from weird ghost in the mirror glass 
who gives her face to angels without wings 
with plan to garland horns of happy bulls 
since I know the world will not die when I die. 

No autocrat imprisoned in my heart 
will silence fountains of astonishment 
when lonely people of the world escape 
from dream-tangled roots of arrogant trees 
which replicate my spirit in dark seeds 
that plagiarize apples we ate last year. 

If I am seagull gliding through cold clouds 
till I become dark shadow of the moon, 
I may transform my eyes to twinkling stars 
so you can see the road of truth I blazed 
before I fall to Earth on wings of fire 
where I pretend I am flower of fame.