Sadness Is The Last Pear
© Surazeus
2025 03 30

Because I break into blossom each time
I step out of my body without my mind,
I breathe the happiness of lonely wind,
embarrassed when my brain begins to chime
with passion of ambiguous respect
for how our vehement bodies connect.

Though sadness is the last pear on the tree
where horses eat grass that grows from my grave,
I carve my happiness in the dark cave
where bats are the demons who can fly free
to dry meadow where Gordius ties the knot
since angels crown him King of Camelot.

If anyone thinks art can cure disease
they have not felt the piercing angst of faith
branded in our hearts by eyes of the wraith,
nor shivered when the chilly forest breeze
blows tattered fog among laurels at dawn
when the exiled king has to play the pawn.

To learn survival in the wilderness,
after great civilizations collapse
at shocking strike of the apocalypse,
I seek to overcome safe happiness
with boisterous song of bitter irony
based on my latest soul epiphany.

Warm sunlight threads words in frame of my soul
as I imagine how to save the world
if I agree to play the cosmic herald,
but meditate without reaching for my goal
through unpredictable flight of the heart
down secret trails not mapped on any chart.

Untriggered anger of the wordless play
inspires my long-reluctant heart to try
for random chance at well-earned victory
sailing swiftly across the wind-flashed bay
against blank facades of ambivalence
which cannot guarantee calm nonchalance.

Attention to strict rules of dialogue
maintains clear focus on bold self-defense
against attack by minions of pretense
at fateful commission to catalog
destructive actions of traitors and thieves
because my mother is the one who grieves.

Annihilated light of unseen truth
adjusts trajectory of our national curve
where good leader we choose is tasked to serve
needs of the people by messiah sleuth
who washes clean our nation of despair
because his hate teaches us how to care.

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