Accident Of Lonesome Wind

Accident Of Lonesome Wind
© Surazeus
2026 06 05

Each time I walk to the center of time 
to leave mask of my soul on wall of fate, 
I find ghost of my body by the door 
that leads to library of secret tales, 
so when I laugh with joy at song of death 
all the houses in the world float away. 

I hang upside down from branch of the oak 
to ponder how we always seem to know 
how to build sturdy shelter from the storm 
that rearranges furniture of lies 
through revolution of the dancing book 
that strands our bodies in the empty room. 

Awaiting accident of lonesome wind 
that strikes our numb hearts with attentive pride, 
we give each other bags of secret light 
which amplifies with bells cry of the heart 
for independence of courageous faith 
reversed by blank reflection of the eye. 

No time to march on mission of concern 
bequeaths calm passion of our aching hearts 
to resurrect weird stories about gods 
contending through assertive synergies 
that possess bodies with no obvious goals 
to claim salvation from the fractured moon. 

Yet in context of moral amplitude, 
we build from tangled roots of screaming trees 
sleek boats with alabaster curves of fate 
that we sail over seas of sudden growth 
with plan to judge contentious games of wealth 
adverse to solemn circumstance of love. 

Contained by subtle scope of spooling words 
that snap snowflakes in swirling spray of fear, 
my seething soul attempts to leap on wings 
of fluid light rays after time dissolves 
to flexible tension less technical 
than cursed abundance of authorized thought. 

Convenient methods for defensive stance, 
based on deployment to digital dunes 
diffuse with casual deviance of needs, 
determine conscious deficit of fate 
that might be feasible to humble minds, 
except we gravitate through surging waves. 

Magnetic minds consider integers 
designed by syntax-twisting narrators 
unique to each unclassified detective 
who guarantees genetic happiness 
described by endless glossary of themes 
presented by ghost of the guardian.