Farmland Of Fertile Faith
© Surazeus
2025 12 24

Soft silhouettes of faceless angels flow
through bodies of humans into real life
as puzzles noticed through kaleidoscopes
awake in mountain solitude of faith
that transmit secret dreams from pulsing brains
as echoes rippling across mirror eyes.

Sharp tongue of the wind tastes my hidden heart
framed by concept of the clear cobalt sky
that blinks at crack of stones on treeless hills
where fallen angel lies ten thousand years
in playground where wild children learn to sing
with transparent words soft as flower blooms.

Limitless thoughts of sorrow bloom from death
where blank ghosts crawl along parallel lines
that vanish into books with unread tales
depicting special characters we love
perform their roles on infinite chessboard
while waiting for the world to never end.

Barometer of unspoken emotions
pursues weird beauty with relentless force
familiar through code of arcane projects
designed to resurrect the human race
before we disappear with turn of time
pricked by rose petals of angelic hands.

Blue outline of our empty coterie
requires clear faction of our psychic band
to journey through farmland of fertile faith
where random people, mesmerized by key
that opens doors across the multiverse,
ask us if we remember how to swim.

Clouds shape the present hour of mimicry
with doubtless passion for the constant eye
recorded by typography of trust
based on apology angels decree
before we clash with instrumental war
for lonely wanderers who want to sing.

Clocks chime position of our sudden home
that counts from zero to the morbid shock
attachment highlights for transcendent truth
unless we give stolen treasures away
to prove superior innocence of greed
because we dare not sing new elegies.

Imperfect curve of graceful petulance
asserts our right to trace horizon line
with wingless flapping of uncurtained wind
more awkward than our most uncertain hour
since yesterday we breathe light of the sea
before our hearts surrender to sweet death.

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Orpheus takes the train with Rene Magritte who gives green apples to the holy man who floats on umbrella above the maze of myths.

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