Weird Sense Of Foreboding
© Surazeus
2026 01 09

Mired in weird sense of foreboding, my heart
beats bruised wings against cage of social hopes,
twisted into fears by contentious games
people play to overcome shock that death
stalks us all with beautiful eyes of pain
smooth as stones polished by billion-year waves.

Aggressive respect for untwisted wings
motivates my passion to comprehend
language of trees that scream into the void
because I cannot predict with foresight
how people will act when they leap with faith
in constant battle to maintain control.

Yet she will always bring plates of good food
when I order meal in temple of doom
to shelter from thunderstorm of despair
while the one-eyed man with long tangled hair
strums turtle-shell lyre and sings with sad voice
about noble warriors who die in wars.

Frightened by sudden explosion of words
that bleed fake legends on pulsating walls,
I climb to top of the electric spruce
and squawk with eloquent riddles to prove
I can fly high with wings of butterflies
to scratch my true name on mask of the moon.

When Venus gives me apple of her heart,
I turn it into raven with three eyes
because I would marry Tellus instead,
though Nerthus distracts my heart with her eyes,
so they all agree to share me with trust
when I ride the white horse with pompous pride.

Whatever these memories of my past
have to do with the situation now
that causes chaos in our Promised Land,
I prefer to relax on my back porch
and listen to sparrows sing about love
while people rage against his tyranny.

No weird prophetic verse of riddling truth,
which I write on wave-swirling sands of time,
will change the way global events unfold,
so I chronicle what my eyes perceive,
then leave book of their crimes in dusty hall
where no one will read it ten thousand years.

Though story of America we share,
which narrates noble deeds of honest souls,
falls apart when violent gangs attack
innocent people to control their minds,
great heroes will emerge from teeming crowds
to prove better angels lead us from Hell.

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Orpheus wakes from paralyzing sense of fear to preach salvation of communal respect to sustain justice and liberty for all, so we join his fight against tyranny of fear.

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