Undoor Of Time
© Surazeus
2025 02 25

Each day I glide through undoor of time
to walk with my beloved in the park,
I stop and feel strange beauty of despair
as dead leaves drift from hungry naked trees,
then step into the riverboat alone
and row in dream to laughter of the sea.

Stars guide my journey through undoor of time
with spangled proverbs bleeding cherry pits
that poison angels of the rancid land
who cradle mothers fallen from the clouds
whose bodies form fertile fields of our farms
from which we grow new trees from aching hearts.

Death lures my wild dance through undoor of time
because my body tangled with glass bones
remembers violent ecstasy of love
that swells my spirit larger than the sky
with pulsing arrogance of shocked insight
when I see vision of our spinning world.

Pure sea waves wash me through undoor of time
on surging tides of frantic honesty
with currents that still flow invisible
though I map vastness of our throbbing globe
with beauty-measuring glimpse of timeless flash
that beams divine light in my dreaming brain.

Unseen grandeur beamed through undoor of time
connects my body to galactic mind
as substance glowing spirit from the flesh
constraining awed assertion to transcend
material process of chemical force
which animates our motion toward untime.

Strange stories dispersed through undoor of time
map brave new world of beautiful concepts
when we create meaning of noble truth
from random anecdotes of world events
that thrust the fool on stage of history
whose sacrifice elevates him to god.

Tossing rock of truth through undoor of time,
cracked open wide by gentle words of faith,
I gaze at my face in Pool of Narcissus
to understand true nature of Star God
who always seems to silently watch us
perform calm rituals of our frantic lives.

With reticent faith through undoor of time
I carefully explore world of ideal forms
beyond terrified walls of paradise
when Lais of Hyccara calls me name
then takes me to sparkling Fountain of Youth
to eat and discuss the meaning of life.

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Orpheus follows Lais along the rugged mountain trail, picking berries as they flirt, then kiss under Grandmother Tree.

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