Feel My Aching Body
© Surazeus
2026 05 03

Secret words weave clear thread of mystery
from elemental passion of the heart
to overcome weakness and win the race
by leaping on quick wings of urgent breath
in courageous bid to transcend taut bounds
of physical endurance to survive.

Though terror preserves my animal mind
that animates assertion of my rights
through structured layers of civilized rules,
I confirm my soul with strict self-control
by managing consequences of my acts
to channel passion with logical verse.

By gazing off into bright sunset flames
when I slip fragile body into roots
of hungry bushes on the steep hillside,
I find I can deny reality
shortened by sparkle of the rivulet
that asks me how I feel with gauge of rain.

I feel my aching body dissipate
with each cold gust of alabaster wind
so I become less solid that the stream
that flows from fountain of my bleeding heart
to flood deep valley of excited gods
who cry for salvation to mocking clouds.

Graceful girl I imagine I should be
dances free with beautiful leap of faith
as writhing shadow only in my head,
so I ask the old woman who lies dead
if her tangled hair weaves truth in rough hills
because her skeleton now forms the land.

Covered in mud and roots of the wild world,
I walk into vast room of marble floors
to hide from weird ghost in the mirror glass
who gives her face to angels without wings
with plan to garland horns of happy bulls
since I know the world will not die when I die.

No autocrat imprisoned in my heart
will silence fountains of astonishment
when lonely people of the world escape
from dream-tangled roots of arrogant trees
which replicate my spirit in dark seeds
that plagiarize apples we ate last year.

If I am seagull gliding through cold clouds
till I become dark shadow of the moon,
I may transform my eyes to twinkling stars
so you can see the road of truth I blazed
before I fall to Earth on wings of fire
where I pretend I am flower of fame.

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Orpheus teaches new generation of wingless angels how to feel conceptual solidity of their bodies by dancing with mirror ghosts of their hearts.

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