Machines Of Potent Words
© Surazeus
2026 04 09

Grim gargoyle shape of my expanding brain
dodges succulent perfection of thirst
through imperceptible questions he screams
to imitate machines of potent words
so we feel safe beside the lake of dreams
where fish explain consecutive regrets.

Since truth and beauty that our hearts desire
are both illusions which our brains design,
truth the real world we try to understand
and beauty the dream world we would create,
we walk together in stark field of flowers,
inventing words to match what we perceive.

Tenebrous beauty of the world we see
sucks light of rainbows in vortex of gray
so we mix flour and milk in bowl of hope
to bake fresh bread that keeps our secret fears
concealed in swelling loaf of urgent faith
while nursing darkness of the spinless world.

Rate of convection, when heat radiates,
defends velocity of transient soul
defined by wind chill factor of sweet words
disguising curse of estimated flow
when moving air disrupts my atmosphere
though I breathe pure celestial dreams of love.

We bundle fractured hearts with eglantine
to stride with brave anxiety toward light
illuminating maskless souls we mold
from ringing bells that lure our seamless dance
against continuous time through false doors
to high-walled courtyard of lost paradise.

Adjusting patient line of wounded souls
through secret code of frantic telephones,
we neither confirm nor deny concern
for endless meditation angels play
based on exoneration we must purchase
to free our bodies from theology.

Weird book in which I hide discarded tales
floats faintly slow above my throbbing head
to beam bewildered sentences of fate
that stretch our bodies beyond bounds of hate
so we glance casually at screaming ghost
who offers faces of state suffering.

Dazzled by hills of honest fortitude,
I colonize my heart with twisted lust
when I extract material wealth of words
from hills that share lost treasures forged by light
so we may dwell in tense peace of despair
without care for indifference of Nature.

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Orpheus translates every poem every written in history of humanity to the language of trees who sing our dreams billions of years after humans go extinct.

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