Eyes Of Flaming Stars
© Surazeus
2025 08 23

Almost forgotten in the hour of moons,
six thousand years of battle for the land,
the nameless child with eyes of flaming stars
picks fruit from trees along the river shore
and sells them in the market of desire
where God sits on ziggurat of the eye.

I dream this waking vision of the past
after the truck crashes into my car
while I lie paralyzed on red asphalt
and watch history of wars play on the cloud
when men kill men to control fertile land
embodied by women who create life.

Strapped to the gurney of bold innocence,
I wonder at miracle of the car
propelled by piston engine of desire
that zooms through spiraling tunnel of time
with eerie demonic wails of rectitude
past parks where families picnic without fear.

Uncertain about the future event,
we wait for hummingbirds to bring the news
that we are trapped in fake contingencies
defined by conditions of providence
required by law to state false messages
painted on the Grecian Urn of romance.

Since no one hears the sweet nightingale sing,
except in fantasy novels of fate,
I open fridge door of curious angst
to find spoiled memories, rotten with faith,
so I eat sorrow of the fallen god
who shouts that he is still Hyperion.

Though I die for beauty with arrogance
I will not stay adjusted in the tomb
next to the tragic clown who dies for truth
yet seeks to solve the social mystery
that pervades angry well of honesty
because I cannot simplify her ghost.

Related somehow to the maybe soon,
mute with timidity of haunted homes,
I ask the grass about nature of man
as she emerges from soil of the Earth,
but she refuses to explain the why
encoding formulas that measure fate.

When she insists with velvet-tender voice
that hope is strange invention of the weak,
I run with fierce embellishment of faith
through tuned momentum of angelic form
in unremitting action that adjusts
stiff attitudes in men afraid of death.

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Orpheus stops before the market booth of the nameless child who sells fruit from the Tree of Life to buy three apples of divine knowledge.

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