Cold Indifferent Moon
© Surazeus
2025 07 10

Ghosts of the dead float glowing in the sky,
dangling from long electric wires of faith,
eyes gleaming bright as billion-year-old stars
that make our aching hearts torn by despair
feel as if the universe cares for us,
so we pray to the cold indifferent moon.

The moon knows nothing of our suffering,
yet we pray up to her with fervent faith
for calming comfort of her gleaming rays
that pierce our heart with silence of contempt
so we throw stones that transform into stars
which glitter in the window of our home.

Kate walks along the dirt road at sunset
to find Dave lingering by the chain-link gate,
bolted shut against his helpless urgency,
that leads to large deserted factory
where he worked twenty years after high school
till the owner fled with the cash to Russia.

The silver moon gleams bright rays on his face,
gaunt cheeks unshaven under brittle skin,
and eyes that search for faith in the dim gloom
with frantic shifting of the victimized,
so Kate reaches out warm hand of concern
though Dave babbles with lunatic despair.

The moon is nothing more than clump of rocks
that floats around the Earth in airless void,
but Dave cries out to her with anguished hope
that she will understand his suffering
and thus manipulate the gears of time
to shift our world on track for liberty.

Since no voice booming from the starry sky
confirms request to grant his soul success,
Dave aims large pistol at his pulsing skull
to drive the howling demons from his brain,
but Kate grabs his wrist and stares in his eyes
as if to activate his will to life.

Lone truck with gleaming headlights crunches past
to whisk the heretic of blinding faith
to large detention center in the desert
where he is chained and forced to kneel and bow,
but he conjures from rotten brains of rage
attentive mission to restore our faith.

Faith in the cold indifference of fate
swells fiercely bold in aching heart of hope,
so, holding hands with Kate in loyal pride,
he strides determined to open new shop
where he repairs engines of cars he built
but someone torches his garage with hate.

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Orpheus lounges in the lobby, reading War and Peace, while Dave works on fixing the engine of his Mazda and Kate paints history mural on the wall.

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