Born From Silver Stones
© Surazeus
2026 08 07

Too far away to hear song of the cloud,
three faceless children born from silver stones
might understand why grass desires to bloom
on the electric moon nobody owns,
or else their mother may pluck the mushroom
that readjusts framework of hungry minds.

Rough hands dig in wounded heart of the Earth
where they uncover torso of Apollo
that beams with brilliant light of inner truth,
sweet as ripening fruit from Tree of Life
which bursts with starlight when they bite its soul
through translucent desire to breathe old songs.

No blue fish swims in glass bowl of the moon,
yet Feng Yi rises from attentive flames
on Phoenix wings of psychic harmony
to beam her soul through crackling radio
with heart-enchanting melody of faith
that startles Hercules awake at dawn.

Since she supports progressive state of being
too radical for extreme hopefulness,
Sigmund shares his eyes with hungry ghosts
so they can eat sweet grief of lonely souls
as juice that nurtures bitter river gods
who never return the dream wings they borrow.

Surprised by sudden blossom of new books,
Maria photographs one thousand ships
that sail with billowed sails on snow-froth waves
as if their hearts, unborn from serpent eggs,
might still be fragile as the Absolute
who stares at dead tree by the clever sea.

Feng Yi returns to grocery store at dawn
where Hercules hauls boxes from the truck
with honey melons from the field of skulls
where countless warriors of ancient tribes
slaughtered each other in World War Nineteen
till second coming of the Brain Machine.

Maria finishes building table from oak,
so she stands back in old stained overalls
to gaze with admiration at her work,
then Sigmund covers it with plates of food,
and pours glass of red wine for her to drink
as ravens gather on rain-wet phonelines.

Safe in hazardous confines of his mind,
Hercules redefines reality
in terms of how Feng Yi paints the swift horse
with graceful curves of innocent respect,
so Maria can escape harsh abuse,
driving Boston to Seattle in rain.

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Orpheus welcomes Maria to Seattle where he helps her find an apartment and a job at the city library where she helps angels hide in books of blank pages.

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