Immodest Seraph Of Fate
© Surazeus
2026 04 15

Because stars have names that describe their glow,
I walk around the neighborhood of doors,
curious about angels who occupy
empty rooms where faceless people consider
why secret smudge in the back of our souls
obscures celestial light inside our brains.

Though I realize the longest way back home
is thirteen times around our spinning globe,
I live with circus of the weeping clown
on lost island where oranges are not bombs
designed by immodest seraph of fate
who charges me for parking in her garden.

Nothing is spotless in house of desire
except the screaming clock of happiness
that teaches me to count eternity
as blind apprentice stuck at the crossroads
where sapphire of intensity gleams eyes
of time-entangled gods in human flesh.

When I break open fresh-baked loaf of bread,
searing light of the condensed sun expands
scope of memory flashing through my brain
so I remember stumbling in dark rain
because huge shadow of the angry man
lurks behind gate of home my father built.

Discolored scene of urgent lassitude
defeats perverse order of faded prayers
stalled by gracious flowers of fragile chimes
that trap me outside my own space and time
as if my face reveals continuum
through dramatic suddenness of soft waves.

Fear hesitates to antagonize honest souls
who float suspended in sequestered state
between survival and global success
based on refreshing absence of desire
to question how verbal systems of truth
reframe old events with new moral laws.

Disinterested in tactics of regret,
I measure how the storm of social change
transforms weariness of the hungry world
to special promises through rivalry
unique to our obsessive age of hope
where people sell motives to stay alive.

Mirage of paradise that blinds our eyes
presents potential hazard to the heart,
explained by immodest seraph of fate
as fashion brokered by the searching soul
based in arguments carved on cliffs of faith
since we never meet at the broken door.

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Orpheus helps John Ashbery tape pages of discombobulated prophecies written by the Revelator on museum walls between famous paintings.

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