Fragile Faith In Death
© Surazeus
2026 05 25

Inspired to live by fragile faith in death,
I stroll streets of Paris in evening breeze
to find elusive ghost of sad Pierrot
who waits on every street corner at dawn
for me to offer wounded heart of love
with honest acceptance of nothingness.

Startled awake by fragile faith in death,
I tell everyone I meet on the street
that I am son of Sylphus and Diana
who taught me how to play the folk guitar,
but no one ever stops to hear my songs
because I prophesy how tyrants fall.

Still energized by fragile faith in death,
I gaze at planets through the telescope
to study angels on their spinning globes
because I long to leave this world behind
and climb Stairway to Heaven with Dream Map
that misdirects my quest from paradise.

My heart enhanced by fragile faith in death,
I wish I could design new paradigm
based on fair justice of flexible law
that solves every problem humans endure
in struggle to secure their place on Earth
where they tend garden of fruit in strong walls.

Reluctant to keep fragile faith in death,
I sell my memories to strangers in stores
who hang them on blank walls of lonely homes
to feel soft anguish of my wordless loss
each time they win awards in social games
they use to purchase new electric cars.

Concealed from hope by fragile faith in death,
I paint face of World Savior on brick walls
in murals that depict grand world events
when wounded men in voiceless tribes of fear
speak loud with eloquence of fractured moons
against oppression of the racist state.

Dismayed with fear by fragile faith in death,
I gather bricks of homes destroyed by bombs,
and tape on each one half-burned photograph
depicting each beautiful human being
killed by obsessive greed of corporate kings,
then drift oarless on ship of hopelessness.

Lured to Heaven by fragile faith in death,
I tend deserted garden by the sea
where ghost of Eden shimmers in moonlight,
so I gaze in her eyes with selfless love,
encoding her lessons in holy psalms
that wanderers sing for ten thousand years.

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Orpheus sits in small stand at the entrance to the Stairway to Heaven where he sells Dream Maps of the soul to pilgrims entranced by fragile faith in death.

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