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Wednesday, September 9, 2026

Wings Of Perpetual Respect

Wings Of Perpetual Respect
© Surazeus
2026 09 09

When my first home transforms into the crow 
which flies on wings of perpetual respect 
across the blind sea of forgotten dreams 
that my ancestors left in empty rooms, 
I model each new family home I build 
to mimic stage of home my mother crafts. 

Lured by illusion of the Promised Land, 
that shimmers on horizon of false fate, 
I sail forever over restless seas 
where eyeless demons of primal desire 
lurk in the darkness of my hungry heart 
to block my progress toward lost paradise. 

As Lonely Jester with new Holy Book, 
which I preach to blind people building homes 
on river shores from sea to shining sea, 
I erase grand idols of long-dead gods 
to clear space for newcomers to lush vales 
who must rebuild homes their fathers designed. 

Each time the crow-winged ghost of my first home 
lands by the singing river of true faith, 
I gather words as flowers from lush fields 
to prove this world of bitter suffering 
remains more beautiful because of death 
that limits our time on this spinning globe. 

Trapped by nostalgia for the mundane past, 
that each person remembers differently 
as their own situation comedy, 
I search for secret treasures of your hearts 
that gleam with private memories of pain 
transformed to pleasure by bleak hour of song. 

Though angels deconstruct my childhood home 
to measure limits of my learning goals, 
defined by scattered puzzle of weird truth 
which I assemble with blueprint of myth, 
I build expanding palace to contain 
ghost of every ancestor in my genes. 

Because my temporary soul of light 
animates Zero Body with my name, 
I tell each stranger I randomly meet 
my name is Hyacinthus, new sun god 
born from terrific hills of Nevertime, 
but they ask if I have apples to sell. 

Reborn as Lucifer from Cave of Doom, 
I bear long-lost Lamp of Diogenes 
to prove my duties secure our world state 
against decay of arrogance and greed 
corrupting my childhood home with despair, 
therefore I burn it down and walk away. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus watches his childhood home unburn from ashes to pristine condition the day when his grandfather finished screwing in the front door with a grin.

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