Concerns Of Your Heart
© Surazeus
2025 07 29

I want to address concerns of your heart
but I cannot see your thoughts in your eyes
that shimmer bright as sunlight on the lake,
so I transform into the sprawling oak
and stride down the middle of crowded streets
to stand on roof the crumbling White House.

Yet overnothing of the dreamless lake
forms ice from words that crawl on broken wings
prepared to clock delusion of free sight
related to how stones punch silent thought
more paralyzed by our remotest hope
that gleams from lamps on people-crowded streets.

Reluctant to accept death-laugh, erased
by ancient unwords trapped in rolling stones,
I program evolutionary phase
we play on cluttered stage of cosmic fear,
better than holy clown of evermore
who nails your false voice to cathedral door.

Retreating forth with miraculous seeds
cloud-stretched beyond infinity revealed,
we tear masks of our most authentic selves
off bold robotic monsters we become
to buy salvation from hypnotic toad
who eats concerns that foul my loyal heart.

Each story seed I find on signless road
bursts forth from frail egg of my hungry heart
when I lie on cold marble floor of fate
to gaze amazed at high cathedral roof
resembling ribcage of the dinosaur
who steals conceptual legacy of truth.

Each flake of snow that drifts into my eye
transforms to graceful fairy girl of fate,
gowned in white silk with pink rose of respect,
who offers glass of wine when I arrive
to ask her hand in marriage of true minds
till she morphs into the crucified Christ.

After I stumble lost in the waste land,
clutching blank tablets of communal laws,
I find Saraswati in scarlet dress
sitting on stone rim of the fountain pool
with smile that causes great empires to fall
because I feel true concerns of her heart.

Now that I understand her secret heart
I see her thoughts shine in her ancient eyes
when she glares at me with admiring rage
that transforms me into the three-eyed crow
who flies into bright blazing sun of fame
with song that shadows all with honest truth.

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Orpheus and Paul Celan find Saraswati strumming the veena that vibrates with the holy spirit of redemption.

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