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Wednesday, August 12, 2026

Gold Hypnotic Eyes

Gold Hypnotic Eyes
© Surazeus
2026 08 12

The way piano notes cause crows to laugh 
reveals old painting of the dreamy sky 
dripping tears in crippled hands of the girl 
who waits for someone to return from war, 
intense with shadow of half-open door 
that proves she secretly hopes for revenge. 

Brick buildings on the hazy boulevard 
conceal small broken hearts of honest men 
who write their stories with blood on the wall 
through formulas of disentangled codes 
which calculate despair of open roads 
no matter obstacles of irony. 

She finds abandoned shopping cart of hope 
in field of grass behind the lonely school 
where sad grasshoppers modulate the day 
with angst of heart-enchanting melodies 
that should provide blueprint for psychic keys 
which she could use to open brave church doors. 

When stoic toad with gold hypnotic eyes 
chants Psalm of the Shepherd in evening glow, 
three school girls skip on the yellow brick road 
with plan to wake dead gods of arrogance 
from tangled roots of trees on river shore 
where dolphin brings shy Arion from the deep. 

I call to wise Inanna on high hill 
with wounded heart of stark sincerity 
in fraught request for honest rulership 
since gangs of angry thieves corrupt our state 
against the sacred law of falling leaves 
which tangle naive hearts with chosen fate. 

Far out in waste land of calm nonchalance 
dark shadow of some nameless wanderer 
slants sideways through expansive grid of hope 
that portends revolutionary change 
through sudden readjustment of our values 
that we must seal with sacrificial blood. 

Devotions of his ice-heart streaked by dawn 
should sanctify attention still denied 
by star-eyed pilgrims in the thrumming dark, 
but he decides to fortify his mind 
against bright menace of the silent tree 
that stands guard in abandoned castle court. 

Entranced by gold hypnotic eyes of truth, 
that spiral with one trillion galaxies, 
bold Arion stands on stage in castle court 
and strums oak harp of David with deft hands, 
then sings grand epic of his killing spree 
that makes him writhe in guilty agony. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus invites Arion to his literary party in his loft in Greenwich Village where they smoke scarlet flowers of the pristine truth while changing melodies of psychic math.

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