New Starting Point
© Surazeus
2025 04 28

I cannot wait for the new starting point,
so I rebuild intricate state of mind
through articulate clarity of love
by sprouting demon wings from broken hearts,
for I can see the new world order bloom
from foul corpse of god that fell from the stars.

Though you may not be able to hear me,
I speak the words of love I want to share
so they vibrate across the universe
and weave our alien minds with secret tales
through advertisement of religious faith
designed by my ancestors from despair.

Startled by exact angle of new gain,
that traps my sorrow in the ringing bell,
I measure vastness of the perfect lake
that bridges distance between our two hearts,
animated by feelings we exchange
with strangers we meet on the signless road.

When beautiful Lamia with gold eyes
slithers from Lake Lemanus at midnight,
I follow sweet enchanting song of hope,
she sings in weird mercurial voice of fate,
to hear dire prophecy with aching heart
when I gaze in sparkling swirl of her eyes.

When luminous phantom of mute regret
cries out with sorrow of her broken heart
to find her child who disappeared from time,
I build another bridge from rainbow beams
while all the evil people of the world
kill each other so we can live in peace.

Till ghost of ringing bells enters my heart
with animated passion of esteem,
I stretch my soul beyond my comfort zone
to allocate fractured portion of life
with honest dedication to transform
from snide indifference to kind respect.

Untextured loneliness of moon-gold light
urges me to dig roots to core of Earth
so I can reinvent my naked soul
with special new mask that conceals my pain
while I wander with Death in drenching rain
because she knows what I have always loved.

Attaining valuable insight to pain,
I decide how people define my soul,
framed by social context of liberty
that shimmers in ethereal air we breathe
because I map the golden way of angst
which leads me back to the new starting point.

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Orpheus finds thousands of bodies of the disappeared washed up on the shores of the River Styx, so he writes their names and tales in Book of Justice.

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