Weird Immortal Hope
© Surazeus
2025 02 05

Each star that flashes in the telescope
illuminates old river of desire
from which the fruit tree drinks electric tears
so we taste bitter sweetness of this life
each hour our souls flower from the blind stone
to become new window of the Star Mind.

So, when the stone of weird immortal hope
extends roots down to center of the world,
we wake from agony of hope for love,
bodies composed of vibrant chemicals
that fractalize through spirals of desire
to channel god soul in our liquid bones.

Arranging stones in circle over dirt,
Leticia waters seeds of herbs and flowers
that blossom from moist soil of her sad heart
as they transform into library shelves
where birds fold wings into pages of books
that record tale of every conscious soul.

As non-believer in the faceless god,
whose shadow looms in clouds above the world,
Leticia exits empty church of skulls
where shadows of angels play hide and seek
till stones crack open at soft lightning strikes
to reveal pure light of eternity.

Uncertain whir of gloom in sudden smoke,
that deviates from her unconfirmed flight plan
with graceful thrust across slick lake of ice,
motivates response Leticia conceals
with gentle smile of constant innocence,
lost in humming darkness of mute dawn.

Holding herself still in sparkles of snow,
Leticia studies with inherent faith
four snow buntings that chirp on the barbed wire
about enchanting beauty of the moon
which shines regardless of fierce politics
that defines how men clash to control wealth.

Sweet scent of honeysuckles after rain
invites Leticia to analyze pain
reflecting her face in the garden pool
where she sees vision of houses on fire
though nothing so dire is happening now,
she assures herself because birds still chirp.

Gazing through the telescope of false faith,
Leticia calculates future events
based on how planets glitter in the sky,
wondering what empire of wealth will replace
vibrant democracy of rolling stones
which sprout into trees inside prison walls.

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Orpheus in the city park sketches portrait of Leticia when she wanders by with balloon and coconut ice cream, then she cries as she walks away.

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