House Of Every Ghost
House Of Every Ghost
© Surazeus
2025 03 30
When swirling snowflakes freeze into the house
where every human in the world has lived,
I approach wavering illusion of hope
to observe drama of their lives play out
in ghostly shadows of wordless desire,
but cannot open the doors of their graves.
Easy laughter rattles windows of time
with unearned urgency of unkempt class
that scatters puzzle pieces on wood floors
to clutter stage of graceful tragedy
since cracks that let the light of hope get in
cannot conceal meaninglessness of life.
Writing names of ghosts on new-blooming leaves,
I whisper secret cipher that conceals
stories of their lives in weird archetypes
so Death can never find them in the room
where they arrange photos of memories
in graphic novels that sprout raven wings.
Though I walk the signless road of everywhere
ten thousand years from sea to shining sea,
I never see another ghost like me
with eyes that depict islands in the sea
where every ancestor who wove my genes
walks forever on beach of singing waves.
I ponder how with branches of fruit trees
I might encrypt conceptual memories
in cosmic archetypes of normal things
through sacred letters of the alphabet
that writhe across snow with serpentine grace
reserved for scientific formulas.
Footprints of ghosts in ever-falling snow
lead me to giant hall of steel and glass,
far grander than Valhalla of my heart,
where twenty thousand hungry troubadours
sell each other books of their prophecies
that hint at sorrow of domestic scenes.
Assembled in hall of fairy-tale books
that record enchanting tales of romance,
ghosts of prophets, singers, and troubadours
tag themselves with badge of diversity
based on inclusion that binds random souls
through staged dramas of social equity.
True history that records human events
transforms into mythical fairy tales
etched in blue ice on windows of the house
where ghosts of all the souls who ever live
gather to read each other poetry
that swirl as snowflakes through eternity.
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Orpheus walks around the house of every ghost to find the door that opens secret of the universe.
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