Fragile Life Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 08 09

The homeland of my heart changes each day
I wake in eerie light of the strange sun,
and sing of distances down signless roads
to bridge infinite nothing of respect
that spirals vastly between I and You
with uncertain connection of dream words.

Invisible thoughts I speak in whole words
coincide with visions our brains express
through principle of freedom time extends
across abyss of cosmic paradox
that gathers sense from countersense of truth
on which we build this fragile life of faith.

Across expanding boundaries of new words,
that we invent with automatic song,
I thrust unconscious passion for lush land
so words impregnant silence with weird dreams
through reminiscence for the spiritual
contained in static theme now possible.

Yet I pre-member life I soon will live
stored safe in stone of river-flowing hope
rendered more visible by placid flight
essential for unhidden confidence
consistent with conceptual accuracy
we share in songs around the crackling fire.

Receptive to connecting radiance
through core attitude of recited spells,
I measure fierce duration of cold breath
when I express experience I create
to master methods of perceptive growth
exploring foothills of remaining faith.

To claim uniqueness trapped in veil of change
based on shared cognizance of loyal friends
I chant spells which checkmate reality
constricted by assertion of faint chance
too random for incursions to regress
from shattered remnants of forgotten tales.

Porous construct of our fraught origin,
contrived by maternal instinct to search
for thoughts shaped round as berries and mushrooms,
knows we capitulate from cognizance
since nobody becomes what they are not,
ordered by monotone fragments of truth.

As representatives of divine light,
we arrogate tragic tales of success
for ourselves alone against tides of change
to claim responsibility for love
that radiates through mirrors of weird fate
on which we build this fragile life of faith.

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Orpheus lounges in class with his feet up on the desk as Paul Celan explains conceptual poetics of post-traumatic stress reorder.

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