False Roads Of Innocence
© Surazeus
2026 05 30

Untwisting breakdown of the fragile hour
we swallow stones of dream-exploding hopes,
preserved as mushroom, bellows marginal
to frantic wisdom shot from bowls of rage
too fast against declensions, unpossessed
by freedom-ordered words disguised as ghosts.

Contained by complex articles of faith,
too soon to craft new lecture on muckwork,
my pulsing heart chews maps of ardent eggs
smudged red with portents of forced arrogance,
though we dance through Inferno of regret
in threadbare souls extinct in cleansing rain.

Concealed blade of my alabaster heart
thirsts bleakly for resilient memories
teeming thick with unwatched electric sparks
from atoms smashed against my spasmic skull,
still starving for bland obligations bought
by trembling hands of futile arguments.

Diminishing warmth of starkly blurred rain
at scuttled promises that should retreat,
discarded on false roads of innocence
despite determination to endure,
alerts my thoughts to understand strange words
that disappear when I shout lies at Death.

Against advantage purchased from blind death
I preen with fractured confidence of stones
to argue for hardships that mold our frames
fierce as steel gears screwed in engine blocks
fueled by dark possibilities still ignored
by flash of sunlight cracking doors of fate.

Pressed hot against vast world of spinning fear
by radiant gravity of muddied clouds,
I wonder if my tarmac-soldered brain
could drink disoriented waves of hope
fast enough to map lost trail of ghosts
where angels slip and break their haughty wings.

Young boy who bikes on dusty narrow road
through small town, not on any Texas map,
stops by college library after noon
to write on yellow pad of paper spells
contrived from plots of television shows
about Sad Cowboy who explores the stars.

Young girl who walks beside tree-mirrored pool
through temple complex, in Cambodian hills,
ascends on Garuda with rainbow wings
to scatter flowers on the Texas plain
where Phoebus gazes with astonished faith
as Vasundhara takes his hand in hers.

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Orpheus presides over wedding ceremony of Phoebus and Vasundhara by the pool in the temple complex of Angkor Wat while Asparas dance.

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