Lush Gardens Of Byzantium

Lush Gardens Of Byzantium
© Surazeus
2026 06 25

Safe in lush gardens of Byzantium 
where sunlight molds our bodies into souls, 
I name the secret children of the world 
to honor faceless ghosts of nevertime 
who play among the apple trees till dusk 
when they return to sleep in blackened stones. 

Trapped in epiphany of timeless truth, 
I walk into dark forest of my heart 
to gather memories kind people lost  
and store them in glass treasure house of fate 
so wanderers may choose which ones to buy 
when silver fish explain the trick of why. 

Gold sun glimmers sweetly through gentle trees 
to highlight reasons for the dead to dance 
though some prefer to scream into the void 
while others laugh with bitter joy at death 
to prove we know why television tubes 
provide base for Buddha to meditate. 

Relaxed on fractured stone of pulchritude, 
I analyze each diachronic change 
in argument structure of mental verbs 
composing process of determined hope 
based on weird coding patterns of concern 
through cognitive mechanisms of faith. 

Engaged in the transformation workshop, 
I focus fierce attention of my brain 
on staging solemn ritual of despair 
that mocks obsessive theory of concern 
devised to widen scope of consciousness 
since death circles back with formal technique. 

I never understand words people say 
when they express concepts of ocean waves 
that murmur softly over golden sand 
when all peaceful beings of the world unite 
as rainbow family in the national park 
where preachers and jesters compete for power. 

No one may judge my skill at flattery 
since I lounge languidly on wood-ship deck 
with passionate respect for mindless breeze 
that fills aching emptiness of my heart 
with factual statements about faceless gods 
who laugh embarrassed I do not believe. 

Thus I fill chalice of our global heart 
with pungent liquor of sweet petrichor 
which melts taut stiffness of my mental state 
enough to shelter lonely refugees 
who share fake memories stored in new books 
that lead our journey to where blind devils live.