Revelation Of Belshazzar
© Surazeus
2025 06 08

Because I never tire of singing trees,
I hide from mankind in the glowing screen
where cattle are but shadows on the hill
and junipers bleed tears of graveless souls,
so I will carve their long-forgotten names
on stones that crack at rave of petrichor.

Rooks that caw at my window before dawn
teach me to understand song of the Earth
so I plant trees of demons in the sky
that drips wet clay on crystal temple walls
where yearning souls fly round the fractured world
to seal our languages in burning books.

That noiseless patient spider of my heart
which crawls vast promontory of despair
still launches filaments of secret codes
to map the measureless ocean of space
where I build bridge of words beyond my soul
that hangs on gossamer thread of weird truth.

Thus I traverse the globe for sacred lore
so my stern heart may learn experience
designed by prudent tact of angsty wit
by which I light the steady lamp of faith
so I may wander lands beyond my town
till all the world becomes my secret home.

Through science I analyze Providence
to balance reason with passionate hope
supporting wholesome faith of nourishment
which fuels my journey to the Promised Land
where I perform great deeds from innocence
to render fear of absence obsolete.

Dispersed by words across infinity
to rise from Nothing of conceptual light,
I spring from ideals of my memory
through incantation my heart radiates
by caustic prayer confounding my free will
based on Revelation of Belshazzar.

Thus I record sad cries of wind-thrashed leaves
to hint at nothingness of bitter cold
which glows in hollow of my trending heart
based on resistance I must exercise
through fierce exertion of my honest will
to transcend limits of my time-bound space.

Aroused by gleaming fantasy of faith,
my brain asserts authority of fear
to bind chaotic swirl of charity
with mask of meaning for the doctrinized,
forged by electric flame of words I speak
till we become sufficiency of Death.

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Orpheus and Ophelia take their children to the restaurant to eat fried chicken while the wicked witch recites the lost Revelation of Belshazzar.

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