Stone-Hearted Men
© Surazeus
2026 01 04

I dare to call myself human since light
defines container of my hungry hope
that guides halting steps to the edge of time
where I watch blazing eye of timeless hum
born from strange darkness of the tangled tree
that sings with wordless passion of the wind.

Echo of invisible thoughts vibrates
through sudden flash of dark in stolid hills,
revealing endless rows of silent roofs
that shelter fragile flames of human souls
from hard relentless rain of nothingness
that drenches minds with stories of desire.

Hard stone of solitude on wind-lashed plain
transforms into Stone Man with spider eyes
who trudges solemnly on river shore
where jagged rocks explain contempt of death
expressed through power of assertive hands
that grasp material strangeness of the wind.

Fearful of death that crushes souls of men
with sudden strike of sharp spear in the flesh,
Stone Man adores power of his strong hands
that twist wind into stones he builds in walls,
constructing haven that secures safe space
where bodies of survivors may relax.

Two girls in leather skirts run frantically
across the desolate plain of jagged rocks,
chased by pack of wolves with flesh-tearing teeth,
so Stone Man runs to assist their escape
by batting rocks with wand of respect
that stun wolf heads and knock them in the dust.

Providing shelter inside walls of stone
to people lost in wilderness of pain,
who escape gangs of thieves and packs of wolves,
Stone Man teaches them to tend apple trees
and cultivate herbs blooming from hard soil,
so they cooperate in producing food.

So many stone-hearted men with blank names
sheltered people lost in the wilderness,
creating Heaven in waste land of Hell
where we assemble at stark flash of dawn
to eat and sing tales of moral success
in rituals that become religious states.

All we can ever do in flow of time
is savor beautiful strangeness that gleams
through vibrant mirror of eternal now
since religions are clubs which venerate
books that chronicle lives of honest men
with hearts of stone who build Heaven in Hell.

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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings about all the great heroes in human history who build walls of paradise to protect people from harm which becomes the Heaven where people long to dwell.

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