Lifetimes Of Arcane Truth
© Surazeus
2025 02 04

The most important concept of all time
that he could say with words upon his tongue
chokes his soul with fraught anguish of despair,
so he carves bitter curse on church brick wall
with holy blood from his dream-crippled hand
to prove his innocence to the glass moon.

Descending holy mountain of black smoke
with fractured tablets carved with divine words,
he struts before blind people of the land
to show them beauty in the crystal sand,
then steals the beautiful dreams of their hearts
yet leaves them praising his name with respect.

Through liquid shadows of colorful fears
time slithers across smeared mirror of fate
in measured deformation of sweet lies
when he expresses doubt about plain facts
that crush television screens into sugar
which sweetens deception of honest faith.

With blindness of Nature reflecting hope,
reticent to accept bold deference,
he perceives ingratitude of dark debt
unsheathed by grasping hands of idol masks
asleep all winter under frozen dirt
which hinders success of untempered plans.

Wild energy of aggressive desire,
by nature trenchant with excessive hope,
inspires his purpose to regain the sky
with distinct keenness of separate instincts
considered too wealthy for the fecund chill
still crippling children with pity from Death.

Alarmed by fluid definitions, stuck
in restless landscape of unsteady flight,
he glances back at disappearing roads
replaced by twilight of abandonment,
unfit for romantics who ignore how
fate suspends our bodies with taut contempt.

Windows effaced with shadows of suspense,
accessory to contemptible crimes,
he almost understands mystery of Zen
inhaling hollow strictness of disgust
without moderation through equity,
tangible only to sensitive minds.

Safe under canopy of the fruit tree,
undistracted by whiteness of the bridge
across which spirits float on wingless breath,
he ponders why all conscious entities
accumulate lifetimes of arcane truth
which all vanishes at hour of our death.

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Orpheus arrives just in time to catch the book of spells falling from hand of the man who hangs upside down in the tree of mysterious truths.

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