Weird Voice Of Death
© Surazeus
2025 06 01

The house the grows inside house of my heart
reaches out to hold hands with the oak tree
who whispers tales written in code of leaves
about the fallen angel of the moon
whose face hangs on the bedroom wall each noon
and talks to me with the weird voice of death.

The giant stone of smooth white solitude
that glimmers in grass beside the driveway
explains to me why the sky appears blue
so I gaze in the humming hole of hope
where ghosts of every soul who ever dreamed
sings spells to me with the weird voice of death.

The god who dances on telephone wires
teaches me how to fly with psychic breath
so when I master lithe swoop over homes
he names me Sirius for the primal soul
who weaves immortal spirit of our genes
encoding truth in the weird voice of death.

Dressed as the Mad Sun King for Halloween,
I channel soul of Sirius through my brain
when I knock on one hundred thousand doors
to cast out shadow-ghouls that haunt bare rooms
who fight tyranny of time with glass words
programmed to imitate weird voice of death.

Wearing mask of Sirius forged from glass,
I perform grand role as world pantomime
to highlight mystery of the shocked sublime
enthusing mortal brains with divine truth
which swells our spirits huge as singing whales
whose sea motifs translate weird voice of death.

When I scale the wall of difficult dreams
to glide with moon breeze in the orchard grove,
my primal soul, incarnate as Sirius,
catches water-sprites streaming from bright stars
that teach me how to live the modern life
alert to beauty from weird voice of death.

When I am young boy at the dawn of time
I sleep on my back with hands on my heart
so young girl who knows my real secret name
gives me apples for free with charming grin
so we run together in flower meadow
to sparkling pool that hides weird voice of death.

Each time my soul mate calls me Sirius
we kiss beneath the sprawling Tree of Knowledge
which sparks flower of electricity
to gain enough power of honest faith
so we assemble puzzle of our love
designed to organize weird voice of death.

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Orpheus listens as Sirius explains how to guide souls of the dead from the Underworld so they can get jobs, rent apartments, and drive cars as part of the Zarathian Dream.

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