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Monday, June 1, 2026

Leave Bones Of My Mother

Leave Bones Of My Mother
© Surazeus
2026 06 01

If I consider how orange sunset glow 
explodes as flowers in my pulsing brain, 
I might fall in love with your timeless eyes 
that understand strange beauty of this world 
and value unseen essence of its vibes, 
yet I do not exist in pageless books. 

While I wander nowhere in flaming woods 
I gather words people lose from their tongues 
when they escape catastrophe of time 
since angels deconstruct their precious worlds 
because we are no longer real as stones 
smoothed by the endless flow of bitter tears. 

I leave bones of my mother in the land 
where I was born from sparkle of dawn rain 
when I flee alone on the signless road 
with nothing in my hands but sticky dirt 
I scattered on her body without prayers 
because she no longer exists as light. 

My mind is nothing more than passing cloud 
that haunts my nothingness of urgent hope 
with mutant shadow of the eyeless sun, 
so I continue walking somewhere else 
as I pretend to live with wounded heart 
to prove I am not real as words in books. 

Trees offer bounty of indifferent care, 
so I take gift of wisdom from their limbs, 
then sit by laughing river of respect 
where I consume sweet fruit of bitter hate 
to taste revenge I cannot execute 
because I disappear in wordless fate. 

Discarded scraps of precious memories 
fall from my hands and clatter on the ground, 
which fractures sheen of safety I once felt 
so I am zero that time calculates 
through fraudulent formula of desire 
which deflects force of psychic energy. 

Another soul that dissipates in wind 
accelerates new count of circumstance 
my brain attempts with weird seraphic code 
of faith that helps decipher manic spell 
to readjust projection we assert 
though misdirection of the ocean wind. 

With sticks and stones that bruise my naive heart 
I build enormous palace of state power 
enclosing garden of the apple tree 
to guard my secret family from harm 
who waits for me to kill the snake of lies 
because we do not exist in your mind. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus explains to visitors to the Museum of Zarathia why he does not exist except as shadow of words in the ever-changing labyrinth of their minds.

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