Box Of Secret Scrolls
© Surazeus
2025 05 27

Ripe peaches on the oak-wood table gleam
with melancholy hopefulness of fall
so the kitten with serpentine eyes
leads me along shore of the pebbled stream
across canal bridge to abandoned wall
that encloses strange beauty of the skies.

Through ravenous mythology of fate
she stares in mirror pool at her weird face
contrived as abstract concept of the mind
which aspires to transcend that divine state
recorded in lost chronicles of space
matching likeness of Heaven I designed.

Implausible for ghosts of anywhere
to open padlocked box of secret scrolls
with unspeakable obsession of faith,
yet when I abstract truth with haughty dare
of audacious innocence through my goals
I conjugate visions from the star wraith.

I walk the long way into the new world
with shadows that stagger into the dawn
to find everybody I lost to time
who fade away into the distant past
too remote for me to remember how
sorrow erased them from dream of my heart.

With whole ethereal breath of honest hope
I sink into the absence of their souls
to find raw naked energy of love
still glowing in the deepest core of fate
which I extract with haunting melody
that writhes from silent agony of loss.

Renunciation spoken with harsh words
through sharp elucidation I accept,
from familiar risk of imagined fear,
diverts my attention when wingless birds
fly spirals backward in sunlit transept
to disprove power of the puppeteer.

Unmetered romance of aggressive love
based on commodified value of truth
fuels colonized expansion into land
where angels enslave devils in hell cave
to extract from Earth transformable wealth
through exploitation of the red right hand.

Ardent interest of the blind archivist
inspires my heart to comprehend the fact
that people die unjustly all the time
despite fierce protests of the passivist
who sees real essence in the uncarved block
with quotidian progress of the wind chime.

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Orpheus stands on the bridge of tomorrow and eats peaches of wisdom, then goes back to work in the archives of lost souls.

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