Nobody From Nowhere
© Surazeus
2026 07 29

At the sudden rise of the monstrous song
from dark turmoil in calm sea of my heart,
I pause while walking from the parking lot,
then gaze around my still-point of concern
at transient beauty of the wavering world
to understand what I should do today.

At certainty through slow unraveling
with threads of fate from memory-woven time,
I focus vague attention of concern
to trace on gossamer scroll secret code
devised by slyness to conceal my fear
which barely contains tides of social change.

At final judgment, rendered by mute trees
to prove exceptions frame uncertain fate,
I reach for handle of the broken door
with courage to expose obsessive crimes
people commit against people they fear
despite concern for traditional rules.

At placid disassemblage of our state,
through deconstruction of rich privilege,
I scatter components of programmed truths
on Round Table of value-burnished knights
to study disconnects between bland wants
and ideal needs children fail to express.

At startled insight of conceptual maps
that display agricultural output,
I analyze process of give and take
providing financial support for farms
that supply factories with biomass
packaged and sold in bright grocery stores.

At stir of demons in deep well of faith,
who sings with sorrow of lost refugees,
I name myself Nobody from Nowhere
while I wander from sea to shining sea
in search for unfenced patch of fertile soil
beside some wide river to call my home.

At stroke of thirteen on clock of untime,
that vibrates over maze of offices,
I type strange stories other people write
to hide my Self with masks of long-dead gods
who still speak through hard marrow of my bones
with hunger for salvation of the fooled.

At urge of faint hope to transcend my brain
and soar in wings of Icarus through Hell,
I arch my back as bridge for all lost souls
to climb the stairway to Heaven with hope
where they can shed rose-colored fantasy
and live free in this world of love and need.

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Orpheus scribbles lyrics for the new song that screams through the pulsing sponge of his electric brain, then strums guitar to improvise a tune for the words of weird.

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