Secret Streets Of Anywhere
© Surazeus
2025 12 30

We walk the secret streets of anywhere
to find fear-twisted childhood memories
where we are running to the somewhere else
with nothing we should value in our hands,
because we want to tend flowers of faith
that bloom from chessboard of our fragile bones.

We stop on mound of alabaster snow
to remember old songs we used to sing
around the solemn tree of flashing lights
in disharmonious tunes of innocence
sharpened into silence of nothingness,
but leave frail pages curled in sparkling crust.

We drink starlight from jar of honesty
to prove we will not die of bitterness
though we regret the randomness of fate
that misdirected way of life we chose
and leaves us stranded now in pathless woods
beyond the crumbling walls of paradise.

We drift past meadow of blank endlessness
with inward grief we have no words to share
beneath still-changing sky of solitude
where ancient fire of passion stirs from sleep
to wake in creatures who can never speak
though their eyes pierce our souls with empathy.

White raven in the pine of loyalty
denies our plan to tend aggressive trees
because we chase no butterflies of hope
across the fenceless field of fortitude
to marvel at strange wisps of energy
congealed as clouds from nonexistent gods.

We search the boundless world of river dales
for shadows of our bodies in bright groves
that radiate from the everywhere of fate
when we share concepts in words we invent
based on sweet chirps of birds in haughty trees
that welcome us to leave with cluttered hearts.

In poignant film that chronicles our quest
we sit at desks beside the howling sea
to translate laughter of wave-battered rocks
to summer songs of sparrows in dead pines
who watch us sleep for seven billion years
till Earth is swallowed by expanding light.

We dance in vortex of our swirling globe
to feel how rivers flow through naked hearts
till we float motionless outside all time
above the still point of the multiverse
where mothers in false doors of helplessness
sing lullabies to children never born.

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Orpheus maps the secret streets of anywhere to conjure virtual model of the world that shimmers timeless in our dreamless brains.

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