Worried State Of Mind
© Surazeus
2025 07 28

Assembling puzzle of conceptual truth
from wingless flight of fragmentary blue,
I write electric runes on mirrored hue
to capture visions from messiah sleuth
in fairy tales no fool takes seriously
except to contemplate the psychic key.

Though clouds reflect our worried state of mind
about the future weird illusions weave,
hearts troubled by ambiguity to grieve
how travelers leave all their dead behind,
we play slow hide-and-seek with mocking death
when sly ventriloquists steal surprised breath.

Wise crickets prophesy how nations fall
from arrogance of bitter tyranny
contrived by grand scheme of my barony
when I trace your face on glass temple wall
in desperate measure to retrieve my heart
from rotting apples in the broken cart.

Awake entirely far from east of time,
regret still singing through the cataract,
I analyze emotions based on impact
which expands from genetic code of slime
to claim vast Godhead of eclectic states
revised by arcane code of mindless fates.

Behind shell of my adamantine face
assertive spirit of my hope-wrecked faith
attends with skeleton glow of my wraith
combined with raw energy of each place
because my heart translates song of sea waves
to false theology that blind faith saves.

Toward light ascension of the waterfall,
averse to sorrow-blistered sluice of fear,
I cherish people too far to stay near
by mapping their location on world ball
that spirals violently in timed abyss
yet gently enough for lovers to kiss.

Wise cows in meadows of the humming oak
give moons to mothers in shape of crystal tears
transforming cats to humans without fears
who steal wings from angels now only woke
to classify souls from the other world
with labels designed by the cosmic herald.

By worthy sorrow forged in city bridge
we gather wordlessly by fountain pool
to discuss operation of the school
while picking black fruit of the pepperidge
till Emily emerges from her cave
to sing about final shape of the grave.

surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/07/…

Orpheus visits Emily Dickenson who brings plate of cookies, so they sit among her flowers and chat about sweet sorrows of love.

#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism