Heart Clock of Limerence

Heart Clock of Limerence
© Surazeus
2026 09 22

Energized by heart clock of limerence 
to prove with anguish of my wounded heart 
that I am loyal to Persephone, 
I count each snowflake swirling at my face 
from mirror mask of her innocent moon 
as if they symbolize our mortal souls. 

Excited by heart clock of limerence 
to find the Emerald Tablet of Untime, 
I follow moon-bright horse of tragic love 
across vast Manitoba to the lake 
where murdered lovers dance in Raven Wood 
with bonds unbroken by cruel jealousy. 

Vitalized by heart clock of limerence 
to channel radio signals through my brain, 
I chat with Manipogo about faith 
that animates our bodies with desire 
to live free from oppression of the state 
by writing screenplay for our chosen fate. 

Elated by heart clock of limerence 
to study lives of creatures in the woods, 
I dislodge holy word of arrogance 
from pulsing monster of my hungry heart 
that drives me to wade deep in lake of ghosts 
where faces of blind strangers stare at me. 

Enfranchised by heart clock of limerence 
to clamber over river-polished stones, 
I listen to relentless Water Song 
discuss strange silence of obsessive pines 
that dare me to hang blinking lights on them, 
so I stack stones in walls of paradise. 

Astounded by heart clock of limerence 
to misinterpret songs mad angels sing, 
I steal electric cows of brittleness 
to bargain with Persephone for wealth 
who commissions me to legislate love 
since I contrive new tales from ancient lies. 

Authorized by heart clock of limerence 
to rebuild Herculaneum in glass, 
I follow sweet Persephone through Hell 
where she reveals strange mysteries of truth 
about how atoms function to program 
weird dreams that flash across my scattered mind. 

Actualized by heart clock of limerence 
to wield Voice of Vajra with honest hand, 
I twirl bright thunderbolt with diamond eye 
to battle demon of cathedral truth 
who tries to crush my mind with clear insight, 
but I laugh from in my tomb of tangled words.