Mindless Sky Of Love
© Surazeus
2025 06 29

Fireworks of my heart explode in the sky
to shatter vision of America
that shimmers as illusion of fair play
contrived by code through esoterica
from doctrine of justice for everyone
equal under law designed by dead gods.

New blades of grass sprout green in the bare spot
of dirt where I had dug out the dead tree
and tossed it withered by the quiet street
where sunlight on asphalt of solitude
erases manifestoes of art schools
in favor of the heart-enchanting cry.

The aging mother with curly black hair,
streaked with silver from sibylline moonlight,
lifts glass pan from hot oven of desire
with fresh-baked butter cake that scents the house
with festive sense of summer holiday
that fills our hearts with pleasure of the way.

While nearness pauses flash of pulsing waves
we breathe extensive distance of bright stars
outlined against gold afterglow of hope
amazingly awake through dreams of bells
that measure sweetness of new peaceful hills
encased by sorrow of the floating moon.

No marvel hides strange fellowship of faith
we share with hugeness of expanding hearts
since death contrives kind secrecies of love
which bond our hearts with shared experience
despite keen disappearances of time
that wear the whole truth of the humming sun.

Here only freedom purchased by the song,
repressing credit equal to strange years,
reveals true nature of each frantic soul
who plays their role of sudden theater
when faced with transcendent catastrophes
that mask forever-smile of honesty.

We carry hearts of strangers we first meet
without obsessive fear of raunchy fate
since words of wonder keep hot stars apart
with deepest secret of the laughing book
that no one knows before the unlocked door
which opens to the mindless sky of love.

The sky knows not my kind hypocrisy
beneath the suddenly dancing fruit tree
while we swing in the hammock of twilight
to watch fireworks exploding in the sky
so every spark of intense memory
molds new illusion of America.

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Orpheus with his family Ophelia and Orion watch the fireworks of Independence day at the city park with the crowd of faceless ghosts who could not escape immigration agents.

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