Drink Honey Of Madness
© Surazeus
2025 11 02

While picking mushrooms at the edge of dread,
where ghosts of people killed in ancient wars
sing heart-wrenching hymns to their vampire god,
I hear their voices echo from dead trees,
so I listen to necessary tales
reveal road of destiny I should choose.

Uprooted ghosts of lost forgotten towns
crowd in my backyard when moon glitters gold,
so I transcribe love letters they dictate
which flutter frail butterfly wings of hope
to swarm around the lightning-crippled tree
where children burn their costumes at midnight.

Sequestered in garden of azaleas
that shimmer pink as sorrow girls conceal,
I drink honey of madness brewed by bees
that alters whole perspective of my brain
so I see angel fluttering in the sky
who gives me crystal sphere of prophecy.

Sniffing lethal scent of azaleas,
I feel nostalgia for my long-lost home
infect my heart with noxious lust for truth,
so I walk east on ten-thousand-mile road
to find in misty woods of Avalon
first home my mother built from angel bones.

Light glows behind lace curtains of sad ache
in purple dusk that lingers over hills
carved by the narrow stream of earnest faith
that flows by lawn of home my mother built
where she cooks cornbread, beans, and apple pies
in the same routine for ten thousand years.

Abstract concepts encased in primal words
expose aggressive angst of ardent faith
that chains our bodies to this hour-taut space
through ceaseless cycles of incarnate thoughts
that fear forges into alarming keys
for adventurous fools to explore Earth.

Taproot of my vengeful heart expands deep
to grasp unblinking eye at psychic core
in iron battery of immense concern
which powers electrochemical surge
transforming atoms to organic beings
who seek companion to create new life.

We find each other on the signless road
that leads through every city in the world
where we build homes on every river shore
so children of our brains conceive new goals
to conquer Heaven with armies of Earth
by drinking honey of madness gods brew.

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Orpheus teaches class at the University of Zarathia on how to brew honey of madness made by bees from azalea pollen, mixing it with dragon milk, red mushrooms, and insanity grapes.

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