Mayhem Of Untwisted Roads
Mayhem Of Untwisted Roads
© Surazeus
2025 10 25
Through constant mayhem of untwisted roads,
split by dark strangulation measured wrong,
she helps manipulate system of clouds
that drenches morbid valleys with false tears,
though children bury masks in river mud
to prove their right to eat fruit from dead trees.
Emergent trauma trips ascending gods
whose bodies bend far temporarily
around inclined assertion fraught with light
which fools extreme heartbeat of tame contempt
to join wild contest at the festival
long hosted by the faceless god of stones.
If freedom could be monetized by faith
through soured neglect of perfidious creeds,
our privileged bodies might exchange respect
for mischarged desire stained by honesty
despite elected key of cankered fear
we share with strangers on the ocean beach.
Close to forever suavity, despised
by bookless prophets without social rights,
we dance with courage of the broken tree
to climb unregistered walls gods destroy
before enchanted demons can escape,
alone in pleasure of abandonment.
I purchase strange way to be beautiful
by tossing unearned prizes in the lake
against mute hesitation precisely placed,
though time unlocks considered entropy,
uneasily though brains deconstruct fame,
before we can process our bitter loss.
Unquiet dissertation solved by risk
records eye of our spirits without rain,
too slick for runners born less self-aware,
so we share hard-earned merit with our friends
who whisper false regrets of bitter joy
while kissing where the blue crane cries in pain.
Trapped by intentions of the reckless spell,
I drive old rusty truck on muddy roads
and shout in gusts of rain-perceptive wind,
the more I leap abyss of nothingness
the closer I approach meaningful jokes
to find my face in mirror of the sky.
Uncertain precious days of life are mine,
I lie prone on eccentric grass of fate
to free my heart from miracles of love
till I float blissful on bright radio waves
to sing weird haunting melody of hope
against bleak darkness of this world we share.
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Orpheus laughs when he realizes he cannot control mayhem of untwisted roads while attempting to map complete history of human civilization on virtual globe of Earth.
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