Untouchable Hope For Love
© Surazeus
2025 10 24

Based on your correspondence with the moon
we wish to advise you of flustered wings
that frame morbid emptiness of the sky
with fractured words people hide in their hearts,
sharp as teeth of serpents among the rocks
that angels use to construct paradise.

Because the mind of God could name itself
with precious beauty of the souvenir,
which you bought at the desert-road dream stall,
you crave adamant sweetness of ripe pears
that flash with untouchable hope for love
contained by eccentric pulse of false wealth.

Stained by voice at the end of the world,
you photograph horizon of the heart
where wood ships bobble on arrogant waves
while chasing summer clouds to paradise
where lonely gods with headaches fume at faith
that fractures belief systems of the lost.

Electric ghosts who travel galaxies
divide their hearts with wings of butterflies
to trap fierce heretics in divine tombs
who preach the power of grass to revive
loyal zombies from cluttered words of jokes
who cannot solve fraught mortality game.

Still in love with the laughing demoness,
you smile against grim horror of this world
when you glimpse nothingness of final death
that shocks our bodies after each car crash
releases the blue bird of happiness
whose song reveals the monster in my heart.

Encased in cylinder of throbbing brains,
too expensive for agencies to buy,
you measure vast formation of the Earth
to feel the suffering of the homeless poor
who stand in line at the locked church door
to buy faith with devalued currency.

Born from explosions of celestial bombs
as greatest generation in the world,
you fly on silk wings of angelic pride
above the vast suburban maze of homes
where children trapped in television tubes
follow Moses to land of Zathamar.

If we hark back to age of high romance,
when kings attempt to manage farm estates,
you may transform from humble kitchen maid
to clever Empress ruling Wonderland
who shines your hour on world proscenium
till you find me in mirror of your heart.

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Orpheus directs documentary about the rise to power from kitchen maid of the Empress of Wonderland who blushes bemused at all the attention of global fame.

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