Gliding With Demon Breath
© Surazeus
2025 10 20

Too far beyond tomorrow I have flown
on excess sorrow of the rolling stone,
so I build bridges between lonely hearts
while selling illusions from apple carts
because the living room light flickers faint
at sudden appearance of the sad saint.

Grief carves accelerated counterpoints
in timeless passion on my boneless joints
till I leap in deep lake of honest pain
to drink electric wisdom of dawn rain
so I can represent facts about life
with inventive process of psychic strife.

My heart cannot afford to lose its faith
in randomness of events twined by the wraith
who teaches me to summon wingless birds
based on arrogant loneliness of words
that bind my body to this shaking globe
which I feel spinning though I wear my robe.

Dire exaltation shouted in springtime
traps me in public pageant of bold crime
because I dream the world will end in flame
consistent with random rules of the game
we play forever in each life reborn
till I wander away with heart forlorn.

Though treachery of nostalgia lures my heart
to long for sacred past that falls apart,
I pause to hear the heartless siren wail
as she laments the project I would fail,
so I imagine every way to die
while gliding with demon breath in the sky.

In charge of my own secret consciousness,
I try to build Bridge of Forgetfulness,
but ghosts of laughter dance on my lost grave,
so I hide while singing in the grandiose cave
about how people weep in castle towers
where I must practice divination powers.

Escaping to the place where I was born,
I walk beyond horizon of gold corn,
to chat with frog of gold hypnotic eyes
who weaves my network of psychotic spies
when the bitter king tears down the White House
in vain attempt to confiscate my spouse.

Sly proverb that declares with sanity
how we must learn from dire calamity
to live the present through enlightenment,
till pride chains our souls with entitlement,
surprises me with falseness of its tone
analyzed by sneer of the mountain crone.

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Orpheus teaches Demian how to glide above the town by breathing spirit of the holy clown.

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