How I Create Life
© Surazeus
2025 05 30

The casual way huge herd of silver clouds
gallops over rolling hills of tough grass,
hoofs grazing canopy of secretive trees
where monsters of my imagination lurk
till they vanish when I look in their eyes,
inspires me with hope that life goes on.

Wild spinning roulette of the mountain wind
rouses woods of my heart from drowsy faith
with shock of thought disorder that disrupts
slow undulation trapped by social words
that shift my world view into overdrive,
swirled by entanglements of honest faith.

Escape from demolished room of my faith
accelerates my transition to new state
of hungry passion for eccentric thoughts
that swim silver-scaled in Memory Sea
where I sail safely in small scarlet boat
toward lighthouse in old temple of dead gods

Beached on the silent island of regret,
I step on shifting sands of actual truth
as alien to this province of contempt,
and reach for shadow of the gleaming moon
that overwhelms my mind with buzzing ring
so I fall backward into well of gloom

Whose warm hand of compassionate desire
catches me from falling into abyss
of harsh traumatic memories I conceal
puzzles my heart with adoring respect,
but when I wake beneath the willow tree
I see no savior other than the wind.

Enormous tower of evasive hope
spears straight up into whale-belly of clouds
that writhe with lightning flashes of despair,
so I climb rocky path of broken dreams
that winds in haunted groves of laughing snakes
to insert key of truth in door of fear.

I lock tight shielding door of fortitude
against aggressive words of Jupiter
who hurls thunderbolts of anxiety
to shatter mirror of my modesty,
but I hide safe in paradise of pain
and nurture life that swells within my heart.

Sharp arrow of desire that strikes my heart
opens wounded rose of conceptual love
so I grasp skull of my mother and stare
tearless into hollow hope of her eyes
till I envision through epiphany
how I create life from anguish of death.

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Orpheus finds Ophelia under the willow tree where she cradles their new-born child Osiris who suckles milk at her breast with wide-open eyes.

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