Dumb Earth Of Faith

Dumb Earth Of Faith
© Surazeus
2026 08 11

I set my new grave in dumb earth of faith 
to translate shrieks from heaven of the heart 
so shambling wanderers on signless roads 
may know with certainty where they can go 
in verdant valley of our singing skulls 
when wise Cassandra prophecies our fate. 

Though ecstasy of wisdom burns my mind 
with soul-transforming flame of secret love, 
I dance in flawed light of reluctant grief 
at mounting beat of my breath-fueled heart 
to find mysterious truth in silver eyes 
that see beyond mask of my mutant face. 

Since trees extend dark shadows of their truth 
across soft patch of grass I call my home, 
I listen for faint sounds of youth to spark 
assertive flow of water through my soul 
so we can measure subtle change of time 
in light that waits on skin of my mute mind. 

I feel pulse of this hill with gate of stones 
where strangers bring sea waves in trembling hands 
to ask how deserts smother paradise 
though beauty must endure the wounded mouth 
that seals our dreadful book of honest lies 
as if we share no tales of suffering. 

This nothing we remember when we wake 
at shock of broken wagons by the road 
frames flower meadows with grotesque beliefs 
till eerie voice of bells uncooled by fate 
attempts to separate our plangent hearts 
though we clasp hands with eager fortitude. 

If I possess no secret code of truth 
despite intended loss no fool denies, 
I may remember hour we meet with death, 
enlightened by black thunder clouds of time, 
yet we share juice of fruit from Tree of Life, 
then journey on with lamp of solitude. 

Still insolent with ardent creed of love, 
I dare endure dire threats from hungry men 
who never share fruits of our generous globe 
that shudders in its slow relentless spin 
though we perform absurd play of false pride 
when cocks crow with alarm of global war. 

As Lucifer elected by the crowd 
I bear lamp of integrity with courage 
that lights our rugged road of tragedy 
when we escape cracked walls of paradise 
to build home village in bleak wilderness 
where we set our graves in dumb earth of faith.