Tumult Of Distracting Lust
Tumult Of Distracting Lust
© Surazeus
2026 04 24
Clear concision of our unmeasured thought
contains assertive chaos of desire
that frames immaculate anxiety
of strange vistas beyond imagining,
succinct as subtle decibels that beam
beauty through realm of possibilities.
Diligent with disordered discipline,
we order tumult of distracting lust
which enflames boundless plains of purity
where comets outline golden way of hope
we follow with shameless analysis
to admire abundance of honeyed spoils.
Drenched with refraction of devout respect,
that shimmers with fractals of vanities,
we speak of pleasant hours from honesty
through circumspection of unconscious art
because we extract unknown quantities
of precise wisdom based on chemistry.
Disentangled from brave lucidity,
according to assessments of impacts
implied by habitual riddles of love,
we wound each other with confounding codes
achieved through reversal of nothingness
that means some other thing we cannot solve.
Precarious on brink of stated facts,
we dare administer horror of joy
tainted with indifference nature plays,
genteel with graceful sadness of contempt
considered logical through turbulence,
polite with seething energy of hope.
I turn away and gaze beyond my face,
transfixed by stony stare of faceless ghosts,
to watch historical events unfold
with tumbling randomness of bitter fate
through blazing star-eye of the universe
as sweepstakes winner of the Afterlife.
Cloaked with humility of well-earned pride,
as brave epitome of butterflies,
I sing enchanting hymn to long-dead gods
with charmed cadence of storm-stirred ocean waves
to break free from marble idol of Me
with calm assertion of the wingless hawk.
Lovers entranced by glamor-mask we wear,
intimate with gentle laughter of faith,
we strip away illusions we had made
to find real essence of our Otherness
we share by kissing in light of the moon,
then tending herb garden just after dawn.
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Orpheus and Ophelia gaze lovingly at each other as they slowly twirl around in an awkward half-dance that makes them laugh as they kiss with passionate tenderness.
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