Fly Beyond Our Graves
© Surazeus
2025 06 01

When I hold my face still for timeless truth
history hangs my mask on the wall of souls
so I can watch my descendants explore
dream of this world for eighty thousand years
while all their empires rise and fall in waves
between tyranny and democracy.

Unaverage hollow that fashions skull shapes
reflects flesh of the morning star that molds
souls of weird humans who search for the truth
while walking cautiously on broken roads,
yet stop before house of the rising sun
where the blind girl invents language we speak.

If I memorize promise of the land
that curves wide with responsible respect
I hope you find me more reliable
than obsolete angels of paradise
who hang as paper puppets from the wall,
nameless ghosts of the sad psychiatrist.

Death will not tolerate casual mistakes
made by the Thought Machine with blinking eye
whose truth anticipates conceptual faith
based on assurance of the always-known
contrived when Sirius rings the lonely bell
because our world whirls in visions of words.

Halfway along the signless road of everywhere
we camp beside the lake of screaming fish,
and tell each other stories of our lives
while flames of eternity light our masks
designed to replicate ancestral souls
based on artificial intelligence.

Drunk from liquor of peaches and mushrooms,
I search for my infant on the white moon
who hides in shadow of the window ghost
to preserve family heirlooms in her heart
till they sprout into swan-angelic wings
so she grows into the woman who knows.

Black horses race across the gloom of fate
to cast eyes of stone in the church graveyard
where the Turnstone ponders how waves play chase
because star of silence possesses me
with psychic stillness of the photograph
which preserves my soul long after I die.

Since death is not the walls of paradise,
I teach the children in the school of dreams
how to translate old songs of wind and rain
to cheerful laughter of innocent love
we share as family in temple of books
that spread their wings and fly beyond our graves.

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Orpheus meets Sirius for ginger mochas at the Pegasus Cafe where they talk about philosophy of family.

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