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Friday, June 26, 2026

Empty Room Of Everywhere

Empty Room Of Everywhere
© Surazeus
2026 06 26

Darkness enters hollow room of my heart 
so I eat sorrow of the eyeless moon 
when she undresses mirror of her mind 
to bear witness with melancholy faith 
in lonesome laughter of new sentiment 
we share as photo of romantic fear. 

No tragic ghost of famished innocence, 
I enter empty room of everywhere 
through clacking aperture of sacrifice 
with lovesick passion for the happy moon 
who bleeds tears of the gentle masochist, 
disappeared by shadows of broken doors. 

Electric arms of writhing platitudes 
expose bitter resemblance of the spy 
who translates arrogant language of stones 
which triggers frantic dance of stoic faith 
by sharing love with unprepared respect 
to wake enormous beast inside my heart. 

Contained by tragic memory my heart molds, 
my spirit slithers in contemptuous waves 
with blessed mimicry of angry saints 
who howl with shame in sermons of despair 
that we should take what we desire the most 
which proves our right to dwell in fractal eggs. 

Fooled by illustrious vision of rich joy 
extracting laughter from wild twirl of fate, 
I stand behind the empty church and count 
skeletons of glass that emerge from mud 
as holy warriors of the noble cause 
who sail across the sea of wordless storms. 

Determined to escape fake paradise, 
I pull ghosts of children from graves of faith, 
tangled in roots of trees that transform blood 
of our bodies to apples angels eat 
in bid to flush depression from the brain 
pulsing with lust to generate new life. 

Emergent specialist, trained to construct 
idols of gods from bones of terrorists, 
I consider weird meaning of true love 
sold in plastic packages at the store 
where devils trick naive nurses with glam 
of the wealthy lifestyle in palace cage. 

Attempting to disguise my wounded heart 
with mask of fortitude, designed by pain 
more searing than rain on sun-hot asphalt, 
I run across the thistle-bristling plain 
with diligent focus on turning fault 
to virtue based on proverbs of the chart. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus searches for Minerva all over the rugged hills of Scotland till he finds her by the sparkling pool in the fairy glen chatting with three blind angels.

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