Merely To Know
© Surazeus
2025 04 06

Because false and true are merely to know
the swooping elegance of wordless flight,
then we could carelessly find the sea glow
extracting wisdom from demonic light
concealed in book of psychic mystery
that pretends to record world history.

Cracked open stone of falling river flash
reveals inviolate truth the Sibyl bears
with tartless mind of phenomenal cash
half-glimpsed by children on unwinding stairs
who measure lightyears beyond death of time
to kiss with pulsing heartbeat of each chime.

Stray thoughts of vastly undeluded hope
contrive how almost pain is obsolete
for shadowed virtue of malice to cope
with nameless clue of misremembered wit
too late for human beings to unevolve
so we pray to blatantly circumvolve.

Staccato speech exact with wandered force
preserves no proverb mending eager love
as patient ambience quick untiming source
expresses how we hide our treasure trove
in hearts of children springing from our brains
who mold dark miracles from sudden rains.

Forever snow of leafless mountain trees
reflects strange timeless gleam of jagged peaks
which never bluster condescending breeze
beautiful with faces that waver creeks
when we step slowly in cold riffle flow
since we contend true and false is to know.

Faithful in frogless ditch of gleaming wait
when woods explode with shriek of endless crows,
we lick honey combs to trick eyes of fate,
if death writes code on quickly melting snows
radiant with math formulas of huge quarks
which statues witness not in lampless parks.

Since face of the moon has shadowless holes
reborn in fireflies swirling on glass lake,
we analyze how everything has souls
which hum soft requiems mordantly fake
while winds of mountain valleys play charades
based on economic theories of gods.

Thus none shall share blind agony of truth
through convolutions hungry brains employ
despite increasing symptoms ruling ruth
pierces honest hearts with grief for lost Troy
because false and true are merely to know
how to perform in the last picture show.

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Orpheus wanders the Alps with his children who ask him a thousand questions about the nature of reality and the human soul.

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