Bodiless Gods Of Starlight
© Surazeus
2026 09 15

He strives to leave the landscape of his failure
and map the ancient cities of his loss
where he may join the people of his tribe
scattered far from valley of their first dream
so they may gather by the lake of hope
and become bodiless gods of starlight.

He has not yet heard song of river stones
reveal true way to navigate the world
through maze of thriving cities full of hope
where shining people drive faith-engined cars
beneath cold shadow of cathedral towers
that tear the bloody clouds of Heaven gaped.

Scored by no tribal monarch of the air,
his words strike hard uncounted chords of truth
to restir latent power, tangled tight
with questions of despair no fool would ask
against obstructing laws for tragic fate
he gambles to attain key to the gate.

Brave angelus of wars no state would fight,
he strides with courage over signless roads
with heart stuffed full of dire prophetic scrolls
that terrify cruel tyrants in glass halls
because their formulas of quiet truth
unravel matrix of the honest heart.

Abandoned cross of tyranny, stilled stained
with blood of innocence two thousand years,
looms eerie over vast metropolis
where hungry people strive to wrestle fear,
aghast at equal verdict death declares
against all living creatures of the world.

If he dares organize poor working folk
to break from chains of cultic faith with pride,
despite untraced integrity time twists
through fractured clocks of misery-measured faith,
he might lead brave uprising of the lost
to retake paradise from king of lies.

Inside high broken tower of regret,
where silent knells expand scope of his mind,
he writes antiphonal scriptures for faith
that sprouts from rotting corpses of cruel gods
to show how steep encroachments of desire
allow our tangled souls to reclaim hope.

Stuck in cathedrals of calcified grief,
as fools who worship Sovereign of Dust,
we become bodiless gods of starlight
each hour we gather on the river shore
to chant encyclicals of bitter faith
with heart-born liturgy of silent rage.

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Orpheus joins Hart Crane on his meandering journey to the tower that looms over the crowded city of people searching for treasures of the broken heart.

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