Sublimity Of Self
© Surazeus
2026 08 20

Should time maintain vibrational concern
for fragile bodies of our transient souls,
I might find courage to endure sharp pain
of this excessive hour in swirling tides
that toss my spirit on assertive faith
with hollow laughter of wind on shore rocks.

Ten thousand ghosts of mocking innocence
attack my heart with bloody beaks of fear
that drives me to run clumsily lame-quick
against elusive obstacles time hurls
to hide in shuddered shadow of despair
at throbbing pain of crippled arrogance.

Enclosed in tightened narrowness of hope
that crushes me to shivers of weak pride,
I wait for ghosts of laughter to disperse,
bored with their hunt to tear my soul apart,
then hold my tattered sense of self in hands
that tremble to perceive my wounded heart.

I know death will erase me from this world
and leave no trace of me in wordless wind
except faint scent of terror in foul sweat
that oozes slick from naked pores of faith
which makes me worry my liquidized soul
drains as tears to empty me of myself.

Grim-hungry rocks at mouth of my small cave
drip thirsty to devour my pungent flesh
so I escape harsh jaws of eyeless death
and stumble in cold evening gloom of faith
to find safe tree where fruit of ardent joy
supplies sweet energy of urgent hope.

With cautious steps of careful attitude
I slowly creep across broad field of rocks,
that jab my naked feet with leering lust,
toward slender gleam of light on distant ridge
that lures me to some terrible regret
through cold Plutonian fog of bitter angst.

Alone in vastness of our spinning globe,
I linger mute beneath huge jagged stone,
and watch immensity of twinkling stars
stream white as milk in gushing arc of light
across enormous nothingness of desire
so I forget sharp anguish of my pain.

I see small purple mushroom with long hood
stuck tight to jagged stone of timeless hope
so I consume its slimy fruit of faith
that swells small scope of my tear-stained eyes huge
through stark obsession for ecstatic love
till I become sublimity of self.

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Orpheus finds Eurydice huddled under a rock by the sea after she eats a liberty cap mushroom, so he drapes her body in bear-fur cloak and keeps her warm.

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