Sapphire Of Weird Truth
© Surazeus
2025 04 22

When the stone angel rises from the sea
with eyes of rain and wings of shifting sand,
I follow her over threshold of time
through maze of streets in every town on Earth
to sprinkle drops of water on your heads
so you can dream the way our world transforms.

The happy girl who weeps on bench of stone
wraps tattered cloth around her withered soul,
yet dares cruel Cupid to shoot her bruised heart
that shivers naked under love-blind moon
while sad Endymion sleeps in empty grave
which transforms his softy body into bronze.

With no preconceptions of the square moon
that shimmers silver with exact control,
the stone angel swallows shadows of souls
in fractured mirror of her cosmic mind
with steady flicker of unfaithful fears
which agitates conceptual peace of fish.

Bright speckles flash on surface of her mind
when the stone angel of indifference
teaches me how to fish for dragon spawn
which I roast on small flat-top pyramid
as first restaurant in history of mankind
while she sings to entertain travelers.

We wander in vast labyrinth of our dreams
past spinning clocks that measure timeless thoughts
to weave wings from feathers of fallen angels
so when we find the sapphire of weird truth
we can see each other on distant worlds
that sparkle frail across our galaxy.

Unbalanced facets of electric lakes
highlight penumbra of the screaming moon
designed by suffering through our ecstasy
which displaces our bodies across time
so we must break down gold cathedral doors
to live in fruitful garden of the mind.

Invisible madness of medicine
heals wounded hearts of cypher-severed souls
who fish witty dialogue from the well
that never fulfills wishes we express
despite attempts to be mirthful on call
during emergency games of contempt.

Performing ritual of the sacrament
to evoke blind god of false memory,
we conjure instead stone angel of truth
who calculates circle surrounding fate
still hidden in the sapphire of weird truth
which casts shadows of friendship we embrace.

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Orpheus carves the angel from the stone that he sets above the grave of Endymion in the cemetery of the screaming moon.

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