Isolation Of The Heart
© Surazeus
2025 08 17

When he realizes with shock of cold wind
that woman he loves is about to die,
he allocates regressive plight to bend
ardent dismay by floating in the sky,
attuned to muted angst of humming wire
that translates electric song of the choir.

They walk together on the river shore,
catching fish with their alligator hands,
then gather pebbles from the sparkling stream
to build enormous mountain of fake words
where children play hide and seek with their ghosts
till first mother teaches us how to sing.

Extracting wisdom from the nuclear core,
he watches woman of time where she stands
in gleaming spotlight of apportioned dream
where typewriters give birth to psychic birds,
glad we find our mother on distant coasts
because she transforms into angel wing.

Since I want to join your curious journey
beyond enclosing walls of paradise,
you hire the most undevious attorney
to calculate the psycho-social price
we pay for isolation of the heart
quarantined through fortune of the star chart.

Embraced with graceful elegance of trust,
they dance in April breeze of yellow flutes,
rehearsing for the fantasy of dust
Morpheus sprinkles on their love-grown roots
as if they have no reason for regret
beyond eloquence of the alphabet.

She would decipher his pandemic code
based on flight of their reality scale,
but she explains that every soul on Earth
is soaked by the same rain from the same sky,
so we climb inside the language machine
to steer our ship of state past rocks of fear.

I would walk ten thousand miles on the road
to be with you, though we succeed or fail
in game of life, to disprove social worth
that people use to judge the state of why
through analysis some dare contravene
in grand convention of the puppeteer.

He holds her hand with gentle loving care
while she goes about her business of death
which divides concept of the mutual pair
committed to union of mental breath
so she becomes the glowing beam of light
that guides his way in long lament of night.

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Orpheus holds hand of Ophelia as she lies ill in bed after their long romantic journey on the road of life since he first rescued her from drowning as she clutched the flowers of evil.

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