River Of Lost Tales
© Surazeus
2025 09 03

Eager to learn strange language of stones,
I kneel beside the river of lost tales
to contemplate cruel beauty of its light
reflected in smooth mirror of thought-flow
that hides mute sorrow of my memories
where no one can find them but the blind sun.

Too honest for the river of lost tales,
I ask Orpheus if he knows the way
throughout confusing maze of godless myths,
but he just smiles at death and turns away
to scatter chess pieces on river mud
where turtles bear them to the Promised Land.

Shocked at the amount of civilized trash
that floats in fragments of bitter regret
as litter in the river of lost tales,
I build great empire of conceptual gods
with bricks I bake from river mud of faith
where my family may feast without care.

Because I should catch desire by the tail,
I shudder when transparent doors light up
to illuminate shadows of five apes
eating carrots in dark amusement park
though the last clown tries to climb up the slide
to analyze the river of lost tales.

Here days never dissolve in pulsing moon
shaped by astringent shell of separation
too desperate for the manic wind of faith
to sharpen senseless promise of sweet lust
tumbling in the river of lost tales
till all my words vanish in howling books.

Roots of demon trees extend hieroglyphs
from fingers of my hands that grope at light
with solemn struggle to enter the night
in crystal boats on river of lost tales
sold by the wicked lady who cooks meals
because she sings with horses of the wind.

Paralyzed by shame of still being alive
against predictions of astrologers,
I serve utilitarian tenderness
to refugees of war who ask for jobs
while wrapped in flag of their nation-state
long erased by the river of lost tales.

Angels drown in the river of lost tales
before the second coming of the clown
who works fifty years in dank coal mines
with heart of Jesus beating in his breast,
once baptized in the river of lost souls
so his son programs computers for banks.

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Orpheus maps the river of lost tales on time-animated globe of the Earth that gleams on the screen of every eye-phone in the world.

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