Safe In Boat Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 09 14

When you appear before me in the wind,
face glowing with achievement of your faith,
my heart reframes weird concept of your name
with untamed light of innocent disdain
so we become one shadow of true love
resoftened by embrace of thought we share.

Catastrophically aware through attrition
that I might not be real as river stones,
I leave excessive thoughts designed by light
to squirm assertively through radiant mud
with thrashing attitude for laughing joy,
naked in cold darkness of everywhere.

Each time I open bold door of my car
I feel electric storm of calm respect
flash bright across brute mirror of my mind
that snatches vastness of the holy sky
so flames of solitude entwine my body
with tangled sentences of coded words.

She almost knows that hope could break my heart
despite how sparks of soul connectedness
combine our pulsing eyes with silent fear
since battle to control our wordless thoughts
may never happen in the sun-blind noon
though we float awkwardly beneath the ground.

Regret confuses swarms of buzzing ghosts
who plunge with fierce desire in sea of eyes
to show me path of opportunity
that I should follow on my quest for wealth
if I would rule this undulating space
where masks of my lost selves sink in the lake.

I leave fake feelings on the cement road
with fractured glasses of divine insight
crushed by the rubber tires of capital
which gives me power to buy factored faith
when I go out with lanterns of bright doubt
to find the idol that reflects my soul.

To find your spirit faint among bright stars
I gaze through telescope of loyal trust
where you glide gracefully on angel wings
in imitation of Corvus the Clown
who scatters diamonds on the bloody ground
which cleanses Earth of endless civil wars.

You vanish every time I look for you
with mocking laughter at the social clue
which I attempt to buy with magic beans
so I can hear the spirit of the times
explain where tide of history will flow
to bear my family safe in boat of faith.

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Orpheus rows the boat with his wife Ophelia and children Orion and Ostara safe across the ocean as storms destroy the vast city of robots wearing human faces.

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