Lilacs Of Sordid Desire
© Surazeus
2026 03 08

Attuned to song of river stones, I climb
ladder of ideas with bravery
to find wild fiddler on the mountain slope
who causes lilacs of sordid desire
to bloom from corpses of huge dinosaurs,
so I photograph it all with my brain.

Beneath veneer of civilized respect
shy mountain wolf wakes in my wounded heart
while I trudge alone on Sahara dunes,
clutching rifle to my chest with vain prayer
that whistles in the waste land of concern
with holy shimmer of the godless sun.

I gather gold coins from fallen empires
to catalog their depictions in code
of kings as gods who rule with wand of death
by whacking people on the low-bowed head
to teach them wisdom of subservience
loyal to the angry man in the tower.

Separate from likeness of the changing world,
I remind myself that time spools my brain
with memories that I weave in tapestries
showing epic tales about tragic heroes
who grasp lightning bolts with courageous hands
to photograph everything that occurs.

After I might have figured it all out,
listening to thousands of people talk
about mistakes they made, or their victimhood,
I walk away from city of blind fools
to sit on the hill where butterflies flit,
and watch their buildings burn when thieves attack.

While we sit face to face beside the lake
at small round table of the quaint cafe,
I measure distance between our brain worlds
that gapes wide with magical mindfulness
recorded through songs on the radio
which I sing with aching voice of desire.

When tangle of our bodies is undone
by emotional memories we share,
hearts aching with pleasure of vain regret,
I work to keep everyone I love safe
from sudden disintegration of truth
that leaves us stranded without guiding myths.

Pretty inwardness of angels we love
radiates from religious paintings of saints
martyred in spiritual climate of fear
through mind-numbing fantasy of false pride
that angels guide our nation to subdue
unruly states who worship their own gods.

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Orpheus decides his country is worth the effort in restoring its grand institutions of democratic liberty and justice for all as he walks nowhere.

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