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Monday, May 25, 2026

Fragile Faith In Death

Fragile Faith In Death
© Surazeus
2026 05 25

Inspired to live by fragile faith in death, 
I stroll streets of Paris in evening breeze 
to find elusive ghost of sad Pierrot 
who waits on every street corner at dawn 
for me to offer wounded heart of love 
with honest acceptance of nothingness. 

Startled awake by fragile faith in death, 
I tell everyone I meet on the street 
that I am son of Sylphus and Diana 
who taught me how to play the folk guitar, 
but no one ever stops to hear my songs 
because I prophesy how tyrants fall. 

Still energized by fragile faith in death, 
I gaze at planets through the telescope 
to study angels on their spinning globes 
because I long to leave this world behind 
and climb Stairway to Heaven with Dream Map 
that misdirects my quest from paradise. 

My heart enhanced by fragile faith in death, 
I wish I could design new paradigm 
based on fair justice of flexible law 
that solves every problem humans endure 
in struggle to secure their place on Earth 
where they tend garden of fruit in strong walls. 

Reluctant to keep fragile faith in death, 
I sell my memories to strangers in stores 
who hang them on blank walls of lonely homes 
to feel soft anguish of my wordless loss 
each time they win awards in social games 
they use to purchase new electric cars. 

Concealed from hope by fragile faith in death, 
I paint face of World Savior on brick walls 
in murals that depict grand world events 
when wounded men in voiceless tribes of fear 
speak loud with eloquence of fractured moons 
against oppression of the racist state. 

Dismayed with fear by fragile faith in death, 
I gather bricks of homes destroyed by bombs, 
and tape on each one half-burned photograph 
depicting each beautiful human being 
killed by obsessive greed of corporate kings, 
then drift oarless on ship of hopelessness. 

Lured to Heaven by fragile faith in death, 
I tend deserted garden by the sea 
where ghost of Eden shimmers in moonlight, 
so I gaze in her eyes with selfless love, 
encoding her lessons in holy psalms 
that wanderers sing for ten thousand years. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus sits in small stand at the entrance to the Stairway to Heaven where he sells Dream Maps of the soul to pilgrims entranced by fragile faith in death.

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