Frantic Fear Of Death
© Surazeus
2025 06 03

Conglomerate souls of the singing sea
assert beacon of light to wake from dream
arrogant peregrine with glowing wings
who calls to Morpheus with aching cry,
so he eats juicy tangerine of faith
where voices of angels reverberate.

No convex mirror in cathedral hall
could well reflect new mask that Nerthus wears
when she bakes apple pies with cinnamon
for Nordic heroes of the third world war
to eat when they return from battlefields
with paintings they stole from the House of Zeus.

Anyone who speaks the language of birds
knows how to lament when blind angels fall
to become humans as robots of flesh
who drink root beer while waiting by the phone
for Prometheus to call with secret code
that we could use to cure the dream disease.

Yet white chrysanthemums of solemn death,
that bloom from sponge brains of innocent gods,
reveal strange kaleidoscope view of life
that we adapt from radiant doors of time
with eager faith to cross threshold of fear
and face the devil who tricks us with lies.

The spider that floats in water of hope
wants to teach me art of weaving dream words
in tangled tapestries of tortured truth
presenting story of messiah sleuth
who should be arriving any day now
to unite warring states in global faith.

Or we could give each other secret books
in which we paste photographs of our friends
whose names and tales we write on autumn leaves
that blow away in hurricane of change
which sweeps across our land of bleeding doors
when angels and devils fight for world power.

Since turtles allocate with careful votes
who gets to join exclusive club of gods,
we rebuild houses destroyed by thought bombs
that tyrants hurl from frantic fear of death
in social game where everyone must prove
they have the right to live with free respect.

Not wanting to care about death of people
whose animating spirits of desire
vanish in overripe wind of contempt,
I justify the way I talk about
conglomerate souls of the swirling sea
who gather by the apple tree to sing.

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Orpheus gathers billions of autumn leaves with the tale of every human who ever lived and binds them in the Book of Laughing Trees.

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