Trite Tomb Of Truth
© Surazeus
2025 10 26

Strange happiness of the time-neutered mind
encourages me to photograph the ghost
whose black eyes sparkle with eccentric fruit
designed to charge our bodies with delight
so we embrace with delicate respect
and dance together by the moonlit pool.

She digs up the chocolate bar of desire
from where it was buried in the front yard,
and eats despair of darkness in the heart
so we might suffer alligator hope
when sad leaf falls in loneliness of faith
in case we decide we want to know why.

No motive trapped inside the geode shows
why rage erupts from engine egg of lust
contrived by ramblers without gold guitars
to prove in court how often rain might fall
till dams are shattered by unfaithful cheats
who sell our treasures to the hungry king.

Lost in dark labyrinth of fashioned dreams,
I see my face reflected in the mask
the bitter devil wears when he attempts
to tempt me with sweet glamor of world fame,
so I must execute sharp turn from grace
to save my soul from damnation of pride.

Yet when I open window at midnight
I see white face of the robotic owl
who watches me with fractured crystal eyes
while I type holy code of fortitude
to program how my brain perceives your face
because I love to float in outer space.

Every romance in history of the world
ends in tragic death of both characters
whether they succeed in their plan or not
to generate new life before they die
since clans establish empire of control
based on the lie of sacred royalty.

Divine regret of blatant attitudes,
pasted in the margins of holy books,
releases me from tension of concern
that I may not earn entry through the gate
where Peter judges deeds my heart performs
based on intention to create the good.

Real nothingness inside my hollow heart
increases vibrate flush of putrid air
so I float aimlessly on plastic wings
above the endless global maze of myths
where I see every person on the Earth
walk confidently toward trite tomb of truth.

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Orpheus designs the trite tomb of truth where he wants his son Orion to bury him after he dies since he is already eight thousand years old.

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