House We Never Build
© Surazeus
2025 06 26

My heart has never tasted death of time
sweet as honey dripping from toasted bread
in tangled words devised by humble priests
to fool kind farmers with fantastic tales
of men who fly among the glowing clouds
with sheen of darkness smeared by wings of crows.

The house we never build from broken bones
conceals our daring hearts with shadow hands
less quick than lightning that unlocks the door
behind which mermaids sing of snowflake tears
by keeping watch with guns of holy days
while strange men walk in fields of singing skulls.

Untwisted vines of saviors born from stones
preserve our dandelion hearts of faith
where mothers never bake sweet apple pies
as if time charges weird electric codes
that merge frail body with the dreaming mind
for jagged effervescence Death regrets.

Yet nameless millions walking signless roads,
souls sacrificed to idol of blind god,
emerge from fractured television screens
to prove equations of clipped algebra
expressed with salt of bitter happiness
before the coming of the dumpster clown.

Too high on pedestal of wondrous thoughts,
concealed by fabulous respect for truth,
Tiresias photographs the cheerful crowd
of students learning how to prophesy
fall of the empire from the stolen book
designed by Kwan Yin to preserve the truth.

Despite fierce sorrow freezing my heart stiff,
the river kingfisher with turquoise wings
leads me safe to gray area of hope
between the worry and the happy states
so I sit quietly on couch of thought
to contemplate history of human wars.

If pungent scent of seaweed on the beach
reveals the selfish nature of my love,
then I release desire to share your fate
so we together walk our separate ways
along the river of romantic faith
where angels drown from fighting dragon spawn.

Narcissus gazes in the mirror pool
till Eve gives him ripe apple of his fate
so he climbs ladder Jacob built from bones
and rides with Noah on the crowded boat
to find old Plato mumbling in his cave,
where Galileo gives him his telescope.

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Orpheus designs blueprints with standard principles of architecture to build house where Ophelia can raise their son Orion while he leads dead souls to Elysium.

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