Celestial Stars Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 04 17

Uncompromising laughter sinks the boat
when flowers bloom from April blood of fear,
so she stares deep in bullet of the heart
to judge with fake authority of stones,
but she will miss the way dead flowers droop,
subjective thoughts of labor unfulfilled.

Because no yellow cabs of honesty
still gleam in silver fog of bored desire,
Cassandra chews gum by the whisky bar
and hides gun of despair in plastic purse,
but smiles at every stranger in the rain
who give her flowers that wilt before dawn.

Inverse of shadow, ionized by faith,
beams blatant silence at the bookstore lamp
through photographic tricks, which magnify
inert ambition fueling games of chance
which no fool ever wins against the house
that cracks and sinks into the hungry swamp.

Rain splushing loud against her fractured heart
enhances lonely shock of bitter hope
that she decides means nothing to the man
who plays role of her father in the game
untwisting moral laws of fortitude
which encode uncollected jokes of kings.

Critical flame consuming books of tales
frames how the humble tramp in baggy pants
gives scarlet lily to the girl who cooks
meals of eggs, potatoes, and buttered toast
for grim-faced warriors of the Burning Cross
who wage holy crusade against straw men.

Inspired by jagged cliffs, battered by waves
of relentless change, she gathers cracked stones
from bleeding walls of paradise to build
cathedral of contemplation from words
children discard with eurythmic contempt
for rotten leaves of fashion magazines.

Her eyes behind lace curtain of desire
express unspoken passion to share hope,
so he breathes deep celestial stars of truth,
then soars on invisible wings of love,
swooping over phone lines of faceless words,
then lands in garden where she tends fresh herbs.

Enchanted by smile of wisdom she beams,
he listens to soft voice of her strange soul
describe weird vision of peace between tribes,
then gives her brass cauldron he forged from faith
so she cooks stew enough to feed the world
from fish he catches in the mountain stream.

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Orpheus flies on outspread arms over the small college town while breathing celestial stars of truth to understand the process of love.

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