Office Of Messiah Sleuth
© Surazeus
2026 02 16

Since I can plumb the sinking of my soul
in heat that sinews my abolished will,
I will not cherish struggle to retreat
against wild burning of eternal beat
that teaches me to love beauty of Death
whose energy recalculates dream math.

I see our sky ascending black as light
with startled judgment of attentive right
above brick buildings on the rugged hill
that twists stark epitaph of rainbow will
against hosannah cries of bitter fear
that highlights process of the river gear.

If roots of wild ingrafted olive trees
should wither at harsh breath of winter breeze
I scale dire revelation of my heart
with arcane code of wisdom on star chart
which I consult to prophesy in code
fall of our empire on the signless road.

Yet night enchants ghost lion in blue glass
that shields my heart from haughtiness of class
to coil my soul in portrait of my brain
wound tight in telescope of spirit gain
that dulls excessive pain of wind-stung eyes
concealed by mirror of time-fractured skies.

No mountain in this world is now unscaled
by ancient sages who have never failed
to light bold hearth of science with respect
defined by gorgeous flash of intellect
so we may journey to the Promised Land
found on no map composed by human hand.

Still no miscarriage of my fertile brain,
she gathers books to categorize gain
against assertive reach of mad fame
by choosing not to bandage wound with name
that speaks with querulous voice of concern
for how bitter men steal books to burn.

Ephemeral music of our savage skies
teaches children that every creature dies
with graceful paranoia stricken weird
by tearful knowledge of the disappeared
who auction memories in the temple hall
in fair exchange for coins earned at the ball.

Monotony of vision mirrors hope
exchanged for childhood tricks on how to cope
despite my stature as calm nihilist
convinced by theory of the Narcissist
that we may bear unchanging scroll of truth
contrived by office of messiah sleuth.

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Orpheus snaps fingers while Robert Lowell recites poetry with demonic voice of the Atlantic Ocean spiraling from his mouth in tides of truth.

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