Tall Tree Of Ignorance
© Surazeus
2026 11 04

My feelings are no mountains of the moon,
yet rivers swell from earnest praise of stones
who hide opinions of angelic clown
too hungry for unbaked bread of surprise
because all houses on the country road
burn from strange laughter of sad pyramids.

House of my body stretches wings of hope
so I can fly above vast town of graves
where mothers gripping bayonets of faith
make talismans for children without eyes
who steal jobs in the county government
by getting tattoos of uncertain gods.

Words burst from perfect eggs of solitude
to track quick revolution of our globe
around three suns of happy carnivals
where elves hold weddings always at midnight
for twenty centuries of rocking cradles
despite how often halls of fate collapse.

Though we hold hands with loyalty of fear
to gather plums in rockets of contempt,
we cross old covered bridges every dawn
where leaves of spirits flutter in cold breeze,
so we pause in mid-flurry of shocked truth
to take cute selfie of our twisted souls.

So when blonde girl in yellow dress of pride
gives me old record-player made of glass,
we sit together on broken stone wall,
pretending we still live in paradise
where everyone operates their own store
along the river boulevard of fate.

Still wearing dress her mother sewed from rage,
she plays atonal melodies of faith
on glass piano forged from meteor tears,
awake with thrilling ecstasy of love
that no one else but us can understand
as secret we share in the crowded church.

Soft steps of urgent innocence extend
harsh laughter of the weeping telephone
clutched by last angel of forever now
whom darkness fleshes real from ocean sand
as truth contained in letters never read
by sad old woman in the rocking chair.

My name means wind of elegant respect
exposes joy in foul grave of my heart
at sudden jazz of cars on highway bridge
that glisten gold in anguish of night rain
though we return to paradise we lost
and hide behind tall Tree of Ignorance.

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Orpheus cuts pictures from fashion magazines and arranges them in clever collages of socialized images that expose hypocrisy of pious angels who sing hymns in church.

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