Hard Soil Of Desire

Hard Soil Of Desire
© Surazeus
2026 10 26

The angel may need their clandestine sorrows 
to fuel aggressive progress of their soul, 
but humans rely on religious faith 
to veil reality from their sharp eyes, 
so I reach out my trembling hand of hope 
to snatch ripe apple from the snake of fate. 

The seed of thought that blossoms from my brain, 
then fructifies as spirit of the self, 
binds me to cherished frame of reference 
that is my fragile body of hard flesh, 
since glowing wind of mindless clouds conveys 
breath of infinity through my sponge brain. 

Lodged by design or random accident 
of fateless chance through passionate discourse 
of strangers, who embrace with hope to leap 
beyond abyss of death on frantic wings, 
I wake as flower of this dreaming globe, 
deluded to believe I might be God. 

Through unknown process of electric thought, 
my sense of conscious self expands each hour 
that I express through motion of intent 
concern for maintenance of my soul flame 
that flickers fragiley in blast of time 
when I scrape food from hard soil of desire. 

When I attempt to outstrip bands of time 
with breath-fueled bout of energetic faith, 
then stand unjaded on high peak of thought 
and challenge faceless clouds of gusting wind, 
who seems aware that I assert my right 
to exist, I feel my heart swell with love. 

Proud men with gangs of mindless warriors, 
who obey commands of his voice to kill 
lone men who dare defy his right to rule, 
sit on high thrones of judgement to declare 
rules that govern how men should interact 
to maintain the food-production machine. 

When I stand before that proud mortal man, 
who insists he reigns by right of the sun, 
I wonder that he hopes with bitter faith 
to live forever as God on this Earth, 
because false glory of all human gods 
will fade as they decay and dissipate. 

Vain humans who believe that they are gods, 
commissioned by the mindless fate of fear 
to organize complex societies, 
come and go in strict tides of social change, 
but farmers who produce food from the soil 
remain in gardens where their children play.