Crippled Wing Of Fire
© Surazeus
2026 09 29

Forbidden sorrow of the cherry tree
reveals sweet nothingness of urgency
that spurs my climb in tangled certainty
from dissolution of the river flow
that casts me paralyzed in comfort snow
since love diminishes my anguished pain.

Soft pink of dawn reveals my long-lost home
en route to unconsoling ocean shore
where I am shadow of my mute desire,
face glowing rose from crippled wing of fire
that concentrates my numbing loneliness
as swan that glides on mirror of my mind.

Unburdened kindness of the leafless tree
that resurrects brave dinosaurs of love
inspires strange wonder of my swollen mind
to ponder shrieks of gulls in frantic breeze
that flicker in wide circles of concern
though children invent new systems of state.

Red rabbit of my half-excited heart
darts swift through endless maze of wordless prayers
that young girls whisper in the doorless church
while washing speckled hands in bowls of oil
which they smear in black words on courtroom walls
to indicate precisely what they mean.

She hides her stories in the broken box
beneath worn dresses on the attic shelf
which then transform to zombies of desire
that wander buzzing streets of afternoon
where carpenters repair our broken homes
while devils fix electric wires of faith.

Through open window of her wounded heart
she hears sad crickets of apocalypse
sing all night long about the formula
defining process of soul gravity
that drives celestial bodies to transcend
market stalls where angels sell lemonade.

Through gaps of naked trees on hill of skulls
the full moon shimmers with ten billion eyes
because we see ourselves in how it smiles,
distorting concept of the human soul
that dissipates to nothing when we die
because our atoms form bodies again.

Alert to shocking insult of the stone,
she stares at ocean waves of restless rage
that sloshes inside porcelain teacup
as she floats up in white-lace wedding dress
and hovers with enormous angel wings
above the world that feels her suffering.

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Orpheus sells angel wings at his booth near the pyramid where Mithras reigns as God of Contracts, but no one seems to believe the wings will work for them.

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