Integration Of God Eggs
© Surazeus
2026 07 10

Still tracing blood in final truth of bone,
cracked by assertive thoughts none dare express,
I enter our remote tower in air
where silver wisher of the humble Clerk
recalls swift flight of hawks at dawn of fate
which casts strange shadow on the broken gate.

Unsure if spools of time may detox fear,
when curious fish in tunnels of green seas
teach me to wrestle fate in wordless gloom,
I scatter remnants of my wicked dreams
on sparkling sands of arrogant dismay
to prove my heart intends to offer hope.

Indifferent to souls of children that flit
on sparrow wings of urgent confidence
between vast strangeness of borderless hills,
I wander down the forest path of hope
and open wide my arms to embrace love,
but you disapparate from barren fields.

If we should meet again at starless flash
safe within crumbling palaces of bone,
we may exchange insightful tales of fate
to resurrect blind demons from our hearts
and banish them with laughter to the moon
at sudden comprehension of torn wings.

We wait together on the river shore
to be seen by God in gold cloud of fate,
but children scatter far across the hills
which leaves us half-asleep in dreamless heat
at shocking quickness of the dancing tree
that hides our sorrow in shadow of eyes.

Our debt to integration of god eggs
remains unpaid from countless spins of fear,
bedazzled by ambiguous ambience
that we experience in unwindowed room
where martyred ghosts of honeysuckle twist
our minds with laughter beyond countless years.

Each clue I leave on meadow of glass skulls
blinds your electric eyes with clever code
so you attempt to sell your wounded heart
entwined with reason of innocent vines
if we escape taut mesh of tangled lies
contained by hideous roar of knelling words.

Though still unwept by dangerous regret,
sweet Stella gives me dignity of trust
which I record in seventh testament
at dazed solemnity of honest men
whose shadows sterilize valleys of ghosts,
fluent with forced fragility of faith.

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Orpheus finds the monastery clerk dozing in the garden where shimmer of heat permeates conceptual integrity of statues that depict king of the world.

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