Wings Of Perpetual Respect
© Surazeus
2026 09 09

When my first home transforms into the crow
which flies on wings of perpetual respect
across the blind sea of forgotten dreams
that my ancestors left in empty rooms,
I model each new family home I build
to mimic stage of home my mother crafts.

Lured by illusion of the Promised Land,
that shimmers on horizon of false fate,
I sail forever over restless seas
where eyeless demons of primal desire
lurk in the darkness of my hungry heart
to block my progress toward lost paradise.

As Lonely Jester with new Holy Book,
which I preach to blind people building homes
on river shores from sea to shining sea,
I erase grand idols of long-dead gods
to clear space for newcomers to lush vales
who must rebuild homes their fathers designed.

Each time the crow-winged ghost of my first home
lands by the singing river of true faith,
I gather words as flowers from lush fields
to prove this world of bitter suffering
remains more beautiful because of death
that limits our time on this spinning globe.

Trapped by nostalgia for the mundane past,
that each person remembers differently
as their own situation comedy,
I search for secret treasures of your hearts
that gleam with private memories of pain
transformed to pleasure by bleak hour of song.

Though angels deconstruct my childhood home
to measure limits of my learning goals,
defined by scattered puzzle of weird truth
which I assemble with blueprint of myth,
I build expanding palace to contain
ghost of every ancestor in my genes.

Because my temporary soul of light
animates Zero Body with my name,
I tell each stranger I randomly meet
my name is Hyacinthus, new sun god
born from terrific hills of Nevertime,
but they ask if I have apples to sell.

Reborn as Lucifer from Cave of Doom,
I bear long-lost Lamp of Diogenes
to prove my duties secure our world state
against decay of arrogance and greed
corrupting my childhood home with despair,
therefore I burn it down and walk away.

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Orpheus watches his childhood home unburn from ashes to pristine condition the day when his grandfather finished screwing in the front door with a grin.

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