Buy Presents For Everyone
© Surazeus
2025 12 14

This holiday season of lonely lights
that flash with candles in windows of faith
dislodges me from childhood memories
so I wait in the movie theater
for world messiah to descend from clouds
while eating popcorn at the end of time.

If I should wait for the apocalypse
before I buy presents for everyone,
then Christmas carolers may pass my home
and leave strange beauty of sad melodies
to birds with frosted eyes in wind-blown trees
who sing of sorrow humans choose to hide.

No restless angels sleep in snow-veiled pines,
yet I hear eerie voices of their plots
disguised as cheerful songs on radios
with haunting echoes in cold lightless homes
where festive ghosts hang stars on plastic trees
then hover over me with dreamless wings.

Snow tangled in bare limbs of apple trees
bends porch lights into hearts wounded by faith
because bright whiteness of pure innocence
resembles wedding dress the blind girl wears
as she parades alone in empty church
beside the polar bear with emerald eyes.

Each moment passing songless into death
adjusts harsh chill of cheerful morning winds
that wake from restless dreams of bearded gods
millions of people who trudge streets of ice
to work sustaining bloom of hungry flame
which flickers anxiously in human hearts.

Though memories of you all may come and go
with flicker of flames on candles of hope,
we walk with noiseless feet down curious stairs
to see if angels haunt our living rooms,
but children vanish in time-swirling snow
to build new homes in towns across the land.

Half lured to Heaven by time-swirling snow,
I concede that our human lives on Earth
are messy with intense desire to thrive
in maze of streets that zigzag out from Hell
where liquid moon floats boatly over trees
with complicated details we ignore.

Caught in bare monochrome of winter days,
we hunch our hearts against brute winds of change
to gather feathers from torn angel wings
so we can weave them in our bitter hearts
through energy of weird religious faith
to make our home in this house where we dwell.

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Orpheus leads carolers through frosted city streets to sing about the coming of the messiah sleuth who will rule the world as the United Nations of Earth.

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