Aggressive Spire Of Dread
© Surazeus
2025 10 27

Unsuited for strange beauty of this world,
I bear crippling wounds of indifferent fate
as I dance wildly in the ring of stones
to translate ache of sorrow into songs
that echo in vast maze of lonely souls
who call me to rebirth in hall of death.

Unhinged assertion of my right to live
through elegant clumsiness of firm faith
compels judgmental exile of my heart
far separate from garden of false peace
so all my body hums in tune with death
that drones with wordless voices of the world.

Though loss plays equal in each human soul,
extracted from alarm of silent bells,
we work together in alluvial fields
against encumbrance of vile attitude
that nature owes us bountiful rewards
for swift completion of redundant codes.

No abstract Heaven gleams in swirling clouds
yet I climb rugged mountain trail of faith
in search of secret treasures birds conceal
with altered wisdom from surprising springs
where wingless angels build glass monuments
to honor social heroes lost in mist.

We build our homes along the winding stream
to claim ancestral rights to live in peace
beneath safe shelter of broad canopies
supported by aggressive spire of dread
designed by Well Witch from our mumbled prayers
protecting children through despair of death.

Impulsive laughter, fragile in green rain,
will nurture bodies born from river stones
when we share memories of bitter hope
that ring with querulous intensity
beyond domestic appetite for truth
while gathered in the kitchen of warm tales.

Discursive haze of urgent platitudes
disguises narrow track of arrogance
down which we promenade with midnight moon
to measure distance to the frontier plain
where saplings welcome foals from martyred games
at shocking triumph of the noble fool.

Languorous under sprawling tree of power,
Minerva dreams of sudden-passioned cranes
that soar above the swamp of hungry ghosts
who wear clean suits in cubicles of hope
to calculate profits earned from chaining death
for return of investment in true love.

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Orpheus finds Minerva lounging on the porch of her home by the river as she lazily photographs cranes in flight above ruins of the world empire.

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