My Right To Still Exist
My Right To Still Exist
© Surazeus
2026 08 03
If I rename small island of my heart,
who would decide to visit without lies
as if time flaps electric wings of chance
before we meet on river shore of fate
to prove sincerity fuels all we do
because questions never reveal our truth.
My thoughts are not the social mess you buy
against assertive theme statistics fool,
since formal layout of my mission shows
how far I have to go on fractured road
before I could achieve my dream of wealth
that tricks my passion to leap without faith.
Startled by each open door of despair,
I wander blindly over the threshold
reserved for angels who deserve their wealth
despite how often people they love die
except for lonely children of the field
who sell fake seeds of wisdom to the rich.
This well-earned kiss of true love we may share
fills me with bitter hope for broken hearts
which I attempt to shield with laughing books
too often stolen from book store of fate
where hungry teachers hide from sudden debt
before another king falls dead from fear.
Disturbed by surging waves of calm disdain,
my child reports how angels fall at dawn
though no one hears each new word she invents
with runes I scratch in river mud of faith
in vain attempt to canonize beliefs
that seem to prove my right to still exist.
Obsessed with strictly measured flow of thoughts,
which I confine to rapid steps of truth,
I draw vast blueprint of this messy world
to organize through ordered rows of words
complex chaos of cows in dew-wet fields
who ponder mystery of opposing codes.
Reborn as Seraphus with thirteen eyes,
I play another game of chess with Death
in tower where Rapunzel cooks sweet cake
from chocolate laughter of the lemon tree
because my blood is maple-syrup thick
that swirls in boundless oceans of lost words.
I breathe the gentle breath of Zephyrus
to fly aloft with swan of human hope
to catch ingenious thief of surreal dreams
who tramples on my flowered grave with pride
while shouting how we belong to the land
that eats our bodies when we die of love.
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Orpheus explains to every soul he leads to the afterlife that Nature never guarantees any living organism the right to exist, but to love while we live.
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