Time Of Laughing Trees
© Surazeus
2025 07 08

Too far back in the time of laughing trees
we lose ourselves in games of hide and seek
through frantic contest for king of the hill
in which each madman grasping wand of power
declares himself the winner by default
till I arrange all their skulls on bookshelves.

More fragile than the flower of desire,
he finds his aching soul eager to die
under vibrant emptiness of the sky
while walking once again the same old route
he always takes to find the true way out
till he returns and lounges by the fire.

While writing analysis of the world,
in the late evening when wild crickets chirp,
he pauses typing without knowing why
to stare at shadow of the unknown moon
that teaches him how to endure long days,
forever trudging wrong way down the maze.

If he admires with soft ungrafted thoughts
water-wavering architecture of faith,
he might discover pebble road of truth
while wandering in the swirling mist of hope
to find he wears the wrong name in his heart
when he codes evanescent certainty.

Thus when she finds him by the ruined church,
where he clutches glistening horse-chestnuts,
she conjures bright phantasms from his eyes
that vanish when he grasps essential words
composed of slippery fish he fries to eat
while shouting in the thickened air of fate.

Pure satisfaction of elusive truth
reveals how puzzle of his cosmic brain
lacks crucial pieces of the absolute
which means more than he is willing to say
on brink of revelation in the haze,
hypnotized by illusions we create.

How deep in maze of ever-winding streets
he goes to find the garden of her heart
where ghostly renderings of bitter truth
haunt every waking hour of complex brains
about sincere mourners of the mad king
who dances naked on the storming heath.

With canny calculation of contempt
she scatters spells considered obsolete
through unpredictable progress of jokes
that drive his rattling wagon off the cliff
where certainty of faith will misdirect
intense attention of the analyst.

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