Angelic Soul Of Flight
© Surazeus
2025 09 08

Connection of my soul to wondrous glow
of writhing flames that dance with lithe desire
expands my heavy body with hot air
so I float randomly around the fire
to mock mute nothingness of anguished death
that tries to drag me down in bleak despair.

If I can keep my failures organized
by sitting at lame desk of demon bones,
because the frantic thoughts I will not speak
clutter into blocking wall of regret,
I might escape the endless maze of myths
by flapping tattered wings of arrogance.

I fail to sing psalm free of suffering
when I reach down in dark bottomless well
to grasp divine light of projective breath
when my frail body lies porous in gloom
so alien words of faceless strangers seep
in exhausted heart of fake liberty.

Frantic to escape sharp voice of despair
that lashes my heart with bloody disgust,
I run unleashed in wilderness of lies,
fueled by terror of unspoken truth
which tethers my angelic soul of flight
with heavy anguish of visceral joy.

Yet when I stagger in dry field of skulls
with divining rod that buzzes with hope,
I trust voice of the star-blazed oracle
that blooms inside fertile womb of weird faith
swollen huge with grief of the Pythian howl
trapped in tangled words of the bitter book.

Cracking alphabet stone of mute contempt,
I shout wordless horror of seed rebirth
with shuddering beauty of the god-mouthed clown
translating prayers of clock-encrusted trees
as I decipher unsayable truths
with blinding instinct of the fallen fool.

Losing track of time on the mountain trail
that loops back through relentless time of fear,
I dream about unborn children of light
who crawl on sparkling sand beside the sea
through slippery shadow of sweet innocence
to transform incomprehensible respect.

With slight reversal of conceptual thoughts,
disoriented by trauma constrained,
I upend virtual world of obvious lies
with overwhelming laughter forged from tears
to dance among disordered facts of death,
then rise reborn from cleansing waves of love.

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Orpheus cradles pregnant Ophelia in his arms as they kneel before Pythia who chants strange oracle spell about angelic soul of flight that prophesies how their child will found a new world religion.

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