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Sunday, July 12, 2026

Wonder At Beauty Of Life

Wonder At Beauty Of Life
© Surazeus
2026 07 12

Every road in the world leads to my home 
so I visit every home in the world 
and give my loneliness in ribboned book 
to every person in the world I meet 
who gives me their own version of my name 
that binds our hearts with brutal sense of hope. 

Startled by shining angel on the slope 
who offers me jeweled crown of world fame, 
I veil my spirit with mask of retreat 
to hide in small cave by the mourning brook, 
alert in shadow where my soul lies curled 
as curious fox hidden in pungent loam. 

Suspended between flashing poles of time, 
brief blaze of insight in my urgent heart 
reflects my soul in mirror pool of fate 
through transitory bloom of mental scheme 
contrived to wake my spirit from despair 
and teach me to accept seasonal change. 

Assertive purpose to extend my range 
on route to anywhere humans may care 
converts attention of my wordless dream 
to seek new occupation where I wait 
with curious breath that weaves expansive chart 
which heals my wounded heart with every chime. 

In dark uncertain hour before bright dawn 
at weird enchantment of familiar sight 
I meet the eerie presence of my faith 
in faceless stranger whom I know too well 
who asks if wonder at beauty of life 
inspires my heart to transcend fear of death. 

Fulfilled beast of my heart considers math 
that calculates inherent worth of strife 
to forge my soul from wisdom in harsh hell 
when I first name the transcendental wraith 
who teaches conscious potency of right 
that fuels my mission to unking the pawn. 

Since each beginning is another end 
that sparks my ostentatious quest for power 
I program vulgar passion to transform 
weak frame of wisdom in my wounded heart 
to bravery of the wolf who knows the way 
through timeless moments in bloom of the rose. 

When I arrive at place of my repose 
beneath the apple tree where devils pray, 
I build new gate from wheels of my dream cart 
since I am voice of every evening storm 
that rings in highest room of the ghost tower 
composed of faith that crumbles into sand. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus considers how wonder at beauty of life inspires people trapped in despair to strive against blind contingency of fate in search for someone to love.

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