Marble Statue Of Orpheus
© Surazeus
2025 10 01

This meaningless hour of unsinging thought
disturbs calm surface of the universe
with wretched respect of honorable faith
that tears pristine fabric of time and space
from tears that stain the most beautiful face
while boulders tumble down the mountain slope.

Sad how wild children of the broken road
decide not to build their new city maze
beside the tumbling river of contempt
because if they could organize their plans
they would conquer all empires of the world
to unionize rival gangs in one state.

Yet the more the tyrant tries to control
how we assemble facts in grand world view,
the more we construct new theologies
that clash in fierce conceptual war of truths
till all our stories tangle strands of fate
in one great tragedy of fractured faith.

So I stare at calm surface of the pond
with vain hope to perceive the face of God
reflected back at me from depths of doom,
though I decode my calculated plan
with strangled formulas of social games
for which no winners are ever declared.

Still lost in never-ending maze of myths,
I try to repair with gold as the glue
the broken idol of each nameless god
once worshipped by millions of breathing souls
whose voices dissipate in winter winds
that whistle wistfully around brick walls.

Too many idols of forgotten gods
lie strewn in fragments on the holy ground
where archaeologists search through lies
to find the simple beauty of each life,
which they performed while blood fueled their hopes,
preserved in records by the tongueless clown.

With every hour that flashes through my eyes
I reinvent same meaning for my life
as lamp to guide my journey in the dark
where I still hope to find the magic ring
that renders me invisible to Death
so I can find the hymn-praised Promised Land.

Stuck somewhere in the endless maze of myths,
with book and pen to write tale of my quest,
I stare at marble statue of Orpheus
to understand true nature of his love
for sweet Ophelia floating in the stream
who journeys west with flowers in her hair.

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Orpheus and Ophelia hold hands as they stroll through the global maze of myths to study the idol of every forgotten god.

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