Endless Float Of Doom

Endless Float Of Doom
© Surazeus
2026 10 21

Too perfectly framed with beautiful thoughts 
of evening sunlight glowing in tree limbs, 
this timeless hour of shocking namelessness 
preserves strange sense of eerie nonchalance 
that has sustained my endless float of doom 
since childhood spurs reckless passion to live. 

To savor my imposter syndrome as fame 
that redesigns conceptual sense of self, 
which I wear over my real face as mask, 
I twirl on front lawn of my empty house 
and call names of ancestors in the wind 
who leave their voices in mailbox of faith. 

Mind opulent with stolen words of truth, 
unpolished by kismet of fractured thoughts, 
I look at this weird world of pulsing forms 
with brave assurance of indifferent light 
that forces me to see essential glow 
which echoes from mute hollowness of hope. 

Without his demon harp, on which he strummed 
the secret chord that pleased no baffled god, 
King David stands at podium of accord, 
dressed in tweed jacked of professorship, 
and reads entangled verses of the ghost 
whose sorrow haunts the audience with blank eyes. 

Awake in garden of the weeping idol 
with faceless shadow of my mortal soul, 
that sits beside me in the brutal sun, 
I ponder vaguest contour of world truth 
that shrouds my body in decay of words, 
so I become roots of the hungry tree. 

Death wanders with me on the signless road 
and laughs each time that I erect with care 
another sign that names with candid code 
great hero who defies Fate with their deeds, 
but now lies rotting where the sign portends 
how far we walk to find the Promised Land. 

With Holy Spirit of my replicant, 
whose flashing psyche duplicates my brain, 
I sit beside my mother on the shore 
and listen to her endless song of life 
describing her performance in this world 
to reincarnate her soul inside my body. 

All my ancestors, whom I never see 
except as ghosts in early morning dreams, 
teach me how to perceive this changing world 
to understand strange essence of its being, 
then I record it all in book of jokes 
that hide moral lessons in fairy tales.