Angelic Wings Of Fortitude
© Surazeus
2026 07 11

What I experience is irrelevant
to beauty of truth that shines as the sun
which energizes atoms to compose
fragile bodies that nourish dreaming brains
awake with passion to taste fruit of hope
that blooms from twisted anguish of tree limbs.

Disconnected from valley of my birth,
I walk on grass of exile without words
to understand excessive flash of stones
which ask what secret name I answer to
by cooking bread from dough of fearless faith
though wind blows ashes from my trembling hand.

Trapped in dank prison of rebellious hope
by chains of fear men forge from bitter hate,
I spread angelic wings of fortitude
to soar above vast maze of doorless homes
but weep for people stuck inside despair
till I fall back inside my fragile head.

To escape that plausible state of grace
against hostile attack of wingless fame,
I transform into tortoise with steel bones,
empowered by majestic haughtiness
that I can fly on angel wings of faith
to dwell in realm of changeless paradigms.

My conscious sense of selfhood is programmed
by all my fierce ancestors who have lived
four hundred million years of desperate faith,
therefore by now my brain imagines state
of psychic power to transcend its frame
alive beyond bounds of this mortal flesh.

Deluded I can live outside my brain
as faceless soul of timeless energy,
I prance on rainbow bridge of innocence
to organize delusions of my power
in mural that depicts my divine myth
which crumbles to dust of lost centuries.

My soul that shimmers with light of the sun
is chemical function of my sponge brain
which animates fragile body of bones
as vehicle I drive to procreate
new body for my genes before I die
since I will dissipate to wordless wind.

Though I imagine I can fly with grace
beyond bounds of my skull on wings of light,
I always swirl back in shell of my skull
and wake from nothingness of dreamless sleep
to laugh with joy that I am still alive,
surprised at beauty of this cluttered world.

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Orpheus patiently explains to everyone he meets that our souls are emanations of our brains and are thus unable to travel or survive outside the body.

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