Evasive Algebra Of Faith
© Surazeus
2026 01 26

I have never wondered when I will die
because Death will unalive my hot soul
so suddenly my conscious sense of self
will puff out into lightless nothingness
as I fall endlessly in sea of gloom
and dissipate into light of the moon.

While still aware of pulsing pulchritude
that gushes hotly through my quivering flesh,
I grasp at beauty of clear nothingness
by letting go deep breath of agony
so I release grip on meaning of life
which I designed to balance me afloat.

My heart beats wild with time-ascending wings
to gallop swiftly along river shores
beyond horizon of the flaming dawn
with eager passion to fly among clouds,
but stumble into evening glow of fear
and lie unbodied by the singing tree.

Calm stillness cloaking me with cricket chirps
enshrouds my naked soul in twilight gloom
of blue dispersal fading into thoughts
concerning how roots curl into my flesh
and suck my body dry of bitter tears
so I spring laughing into flash of day.

Implied assertion of extreme regret
explains foundation formed from graphic seeds
yet neutral to contrived accomplishments
which caravans of blind angels broadcast
through bulletins of wedding catalogs
that strikes with valid voltage of respect.

Alone surviving on wisdom of truths,
claimed as welfare by winners of rigged games,
I sample unique response of grim gods
restricted by signals of scheduled tricks
encoding sensors of routine upgrades
contrary to testament of the seer.

Segments of nature model innocence
by which we network merchant companies
retrieving options of unlicensed games
through hybrid justice still unjustified
in context of agreements no one signs
with boolean bankruptcy of avatars.

Because I know exactly when I die,
based on evasive algebra of faith,
I play appellant in court of brave lies
enforced by discipline of holy jokes
encrypted as dependence on vain trust
since I cannot duplicate my dream brain.

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Orpheus considers joining the army after high school, but decides instead to play the guitar and sing country songs in smoky bars in farm towns along the Mississippi River.

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