What You Leave Undone
© Surazeus
2026 07 21

You fix the hinges on the broken door
to frame strange beauty of quiet sunlight
through fraught ideology based on facts
that measures consequence of mindless cause
when you remember what you leave undone
with deliberate grace of the figured sun.

You leave your sorrows in the puzzle box
on stretch of open country devils map
with solid ambience of unclean thoughts
constrained by brain-programming buzz of words
defined by apparition of your soul
that flaps as tattered star-flag on the pole.

You offer whiskey to the zombie king
who feeds three-headed dog of hungry hope
fantastic dreams you discard in hot sand
because you swagger on the desert road
toward ghost town under burnished sky of dread
that groans with bones of demons in your head.

You stroll with ardent vigor of blind gods
to play brave guardian angel of your Hell
where blandished apparitions steal your cake
with calm intensity of humble thieves
who drive west to the last town of your heart
where swift coyotes steal your fateful chart.

You drive through dust storm of your vacant clock
past humming fences of barbed-wire to steal
torn cloak of death with tragic sense of greed
by selling hope of paradise to fools
who cling with faith of homeless refugees
to Afterlife with holy apple trees.

You kneel in pain by highway of despair
as dreamless ghost to scrawl in swirling sand
tale of your victimhood through suffering
abuse from people who cannot see you
as noble person worthy of respect,
tricked to believe your soul will resurrect.

You ask for how the Cosmic Architect,
who drives your rusty truck of gratitude
on long indifferent highway of the dead,
could build grand temple from cracked skulls of gods
to celebrate your life and death on Earth
with solemn elegies of bitter mirth.

You stare at mask of your immortal face
reflected in mirror of Our World Mind,
but you are stranger to your inner self
who nurses wounds of guilt from your cruel deeds
because you violate sacred rule of Zeus
to welcome immigrants into your home.

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Orpheus polishes mirror of Our World Mind with soft cloth dipped in olive oil from the tree of Athena that still grows inside the abandoned Parthenon.

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