Howling Wind of Woe
© Surazeus
2026 09 07

When sunset screams in silent ecstasy
through frantic spirals of flashing rainbows
that glitter eyes of the hypnotic toad
whose song creates the multiverse of worlds,
I breathe ghost of fertility and sing
in harmony with howling wind of woe.

I try to talk about my family vibe
in pristine tale of pop psychology
about my parental relationships
that root my heart in doorless hall of time,
but I hear cries of children in the rain
entangling me with howling wind of woe.

With threads of memories drawn from my brain
as gleaming strings of tangled honesty,
I sew new tapestry of ancient tales
depicting Oedipus and Icarus
as brave brothers watching the world cup game
that channels rage with howling wind of woe.

Through hawk eyes Prometheus steals for me
I try to read silver calligraphy
my ship writes on the seething waves of change,
but time erases story of my heart
when cold indifferent storm blows me back home
where I dance weird with howling wind of woe.

Eternal mask of our electric moon
obscures intentions of my divine mind
to resurrect the dead in words of songs
though their bodies rot in mud of bomb blasts
that wake blind angel in tomb of the church
battered to shards by howling wind of woe.

Investigating clues about the crime
committed by the man with hands of gold,
I find Idol of Helen with red hair
buried under ruins of the White House
where she blesses children killed by clean guns
that imitate their howling wind of woe.

When church bells scream in agony of prayer,
casting curses of doom on thieves and liars,
mute woman who knows why the caged bird sings
stares at God Face in gleaming pool of fate
that knows every secret she dares not hide,
cast as torn books in howling wind of woe.

Abandoned in the field of tangled wire
where rainbow skeletons dance in red rain,
white horse of wisdom teaches me new code
for logging my soul in the world wide web
for which I translate psychic formulas
that measure words in howling wind of woe.

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Orpheus designs machine that can translate secret messages hidden in the howling wind of woe that angel blind angels can hear on a normal day.

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