Time Unfolds The Nothing
© Surazeus
2026 10 24

Since time unfolds the nothing of our joy
which we have built on memories of pain,
I walk away from shambles of my faith
and wander nowhere in the wordless world,
then sit alone on river shore of fate
with nothing but my hope to contemplate.

Befuddled by confusing stream of thoughts
that jumble memories of suffering
in scattered puzzle of painful abuse
that people hurl at me with bitter hate,
I watch clear water of the river flow
in trance that seems to cause the world to slow.

Intense arrest of sudden fractured fear
suspends me in unmoving quietness,
so I begin to float on breathless wings
of ardent sparrow outside frame of flesh,
soul swelling far beyond shell of my mind
through undulating horror hope designed.

Too clear before my eyes of bleeding rage
I see again that scene I would forget
when cruel men dragged my mother from our home,
then left her bleeding by the dusty road,
so moment light of life flashed from her eyes
now shrouds my soul as shadow of dark skies.

Three days and nights of endless bitter tears
wound my disbanded heart with anguish tight,
too wounded from despair as I cried out
for her to wake from nothingness of death,
then buried her with flowers by the tree
that tricks me to believe her soul is free.

When gang of boys from town surround my place
of refuge in bright forest of fruit trees,
I whirl oak staff I carved with serpent face
to bash their heads when they grab at my arms,
till they all crawl as dogs on dusty ground,
then vow I am their queen on goddess mound.

Brave warriors of my heart obey my words
when we attack high ziggurat of power
and fight the bankers in their halls of wealth
to free humble farmers from slavery,
then wear the crown of law on judgment throne
to rule the land with fair justice alone.

Since time unfolds the nothing of our sorrow
which we have built from memories of pleasure,
I return to garden of our respect
to shelter you with wisdom of my heart
so we thrive in temple of our world view
till death erases us from dream of love.

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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury in Artemisium Temple and sings the tale of how Arinniti established ancient empire of justice and equal rights for all.

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