Dizzy Absolute Of Why
© Surazeus
2026 11 08

In empty houses where nothing takes place,
people wanting to play heroes in tales,
carved on mountain cliffs with demonic claws,
move back and forth in tandem with the clock
that unwinds nuclear laughter of dead hearts
who wait by roller-coaster of regret.

In torn images from news magazines
her finger traces shadows of dead gods
disguised as angels wearing masks of glass
who stare with contempt at the camera
that fails to capture essence of the soul
at bitter moment of forgotten lust.

Exhausted on the church roof of false faith,
he transforms into thriving swan of lust
who chases chaste maid on the interstate
till she opposes brute austerity
and frees her body from his fractured eyes
long into midnight of no tolling bells.

No gods on swirling clouds of bold intent
call down to fragile humans sick with hope,
yet they assemble in the stone-walled church
to pray with fervent faith to glowing clouds
from which no savior on angelic wings
beams from his crystal starship of concern.

Ignoring grief that poisons her soft heart
with fragments of surviving memories
as frantic action that obscures with words
pure face of light that God wears everywhere
as soundless scream from buzzing limbs of trees,
she stands in dizzy absolute of why.

Unsettled horror of calm innocence
provides new motivation from his heart
to spin on wild arms at cliff edge of fate
to prove he is survivor of strange love
gone bravely beyond walls of paradise
because he runs forever on the plain.

Accepting that he is the traveler
who knows all highways back to Neverland,
he hides his soul on tattered map of fate
to ask the stranger in each passing town
if they remember mockery of the clown
who now pretends to rule the world with love.

Through motions of her body in cold air
that vibrates canorous tune of despair,
she walks with Phoenix grace of wordless hope
to find the empty house of mountain light
where ghosts of children call her secret name
till she embraces Death with gentle kiss.

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Orpheus finds the man and the woman, who long for each other, wandering lost in the woods, so he leads them to each other with song of the mindless river who seems to know.

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