Wild Thoughts Of Energy
© Surazeus
2025 09 08

Consolation at brevity of life
consumes my heart with anguish of respect
for magnificent beauty of the sky
when I eat bread and drink water of faith
that plants splendor in my attentive heart
to channel rebellious passion for truth.

While I wander lost in world maze of myths
in quest to find the exit gate of death,
I sit on mushroom of the humming toad
and meditate on endlessness of hope
to realize at flash of the morning star
that the true maze unwinds within my heart.

Wounded by aggressive hunger of fate,
I float out of touch with the trembling world,
inert as cracked stone on the river shore,
as I listen to trees debate the truth
with uncontrollable love for the moon
that shrinks and swells with mysterious proof.

Should I bear witness to sharp suddenness
that death asserts to claim my fragile heart,
dark nature of my hungry heart transcends
strange mystery of death no human can solve
when I climb holy mountain of the mind
to find wrecked ship my grandfather once built.

I never notice strange beauty of trees
till the woman with four eyes takes my hand
and gasps with awe at shimmer of green leaves
that whisper how our intense happiness
proves to be the weakness we fear most,
so we eat at the table by the sea.

Immersed in archive of her pretty smile
which conveys strange tales of humanity,
I decide I love every human being
who breathes ethereal consciousness of light
with solemn passion to create the good
against contrivance of self-serving greed.

Entangled in wild thoughts of energy
from delirious wisdom to change truth,
I climb the desperate ladder of respect,
reciting catechism devils code,
with brave performance of convenient love
through solipsistic game of stygian spells.

Since we have not long to love in this life,
we stay with light that weaves our lonely souls
with communal bonds of intimate faith
as I reach out my open arms of hope
to hold your spirit, so alive with heat,
and savor love as we wither and bloom.

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Orpheus decides that he loves Ophelia after all, so he runs through the forest till he finds her picking apples by the lake, and she smiles as he declares he wants to stay by her side on the long road of life.

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