Calculus Of The Clock
© Surazeus
2025 02 10

From grand perspective of learning to dream
her heart requires calculus of the clock
to checkmark every moment of insight
that broadens world view of innocent faith
which helps enlighten vision of this world
guiding successful progress to her grave.

All social attachments of tangled hope
that bound her to community of souls
broke from dire predictions of dead birds
whose mutilated songs of honest fear
crack faithful windows of deserted homes
that gape with hungry mouths of discontent.

Reluctant buzzing head of anguished wind
pulses with arrogant beams of blank sun
glaring nonchalantly through purple eyes
of hope-combusted laughter, discompaled
by placid-splattering blast of helpless courage
to proceed against cold buffeting wind.

Disfigurements of passion may persist
with thoughtless stumble of atomic fate,
yet she precludes affection for the dead
whose faceless anguish haunts sun-bleeding streets
between collapsing houses of cracked bones
with chronic hope of grim unsightliness.

With stale laconic face of hungry scars
her wordless cries define extensive clues
of bleak perdition clasping treasured dreams
based on eternal beauty reconciled
with fear-enforced creeds of faithless truth,
misremembered by clouds of bloodless rain.

Without companion soul of fierce support
she stands alone, neither erect nor strong,
face to faceless emptiness of desire
since her wings never burst into sweet fire
of stark angelic passion to connect
trembling bodies beyond contrary moods.

Contrived doctrine stacking books in high walls
constrains aggressive passion to attend
dire need of the hour controlling fraught fear
that drives her body against nothingness
solid as tree trunks where she stumbles lost
and clutches careless hope with bleeding hands.

Ophelia hides in shadowy woods
while soldiers of the new castle king hunt
cluttered streets of deserted villages
to kill rebels against authority,
and cries while clutching picture book of prayers
that Hamlet gave her in their secret grove.

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Orpheus finds Ophelia hiding terrified in the woods near Elsinore Castle, so he disguises her with fur cape and spirits her away from assassins of the new king.

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