Curved Trajectory Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 09 29

I watch the shining crescent boat moon glide
with stately grace above the ancient oaks
where Venus stands in flowing gown of clouds
holding high her lamp with the Morning Star
above the prow to guide her journey west
along the curved trajectory of faith.

Through parabolic symmetry of time
I somersault across the rolling hills
to bend my body lithe in graceful leap
by dancing balanced on taut wire of hope
that we embrace with passion for the truth
that fuels our journey to the Promised Land.

She half-remembers parable of trees
that knowledge is empty function of being
preserved by zero sum philosophy
that we contrive from humming wings of words
upon returning to the lake of skulls
which dissolve into sparkling sand of time.

While Venus lounges in the last row house
left standing on the street of leafless oaks,
I slouch on cracked steps of eternity
and watch cars rumble down the broken road
till drones with cameras float overhead
to record how our great empire will fall.

Still stuck between the rock and the hard place,
I hold snarling wolf of Rome by her ears
before I decide to apologize
for any inconvenience I may cause
since I intuit feelings people hide
through necessary indulgence of false pride.

Through urgent bestowal of clemency,
based on psychotic waiver of respect,
I plot world revolution of the weird
based on amazing grace of faceless clouds
because the lonely prophet on the train
calls out my name from in the hurricane.

Reaching my arm up to the empty sky,
I try to touch the mirror face of god
who murmurs honey spells of tender fear
in tangent with the burning sun of dawn
when light creates the shadow of our souls
by forming magic ladder to the moon.

Wearing pink gown for the midnight ball,
Venus walks in prairie of star-kissed wheat
while holding folded-paper boat of hope
to ask the demon of the jungle why
we ache with sorrow for the souls who die
with calm acceptance of the endless rain.

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Orpheus runs eighty thousand years to follow the Morning Star of Venus so he can find out where the sun is born.

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