Hypothesis Of Our Hope
© Surazeus
2025 04 19

Machine of nature flashing in our hearts
recomposes shadow of timeless faith
that serves as nothing more than glowing mist
which shrouds our valley of the singing trees
who wonder why we weep tears over death
since they will transform our atoms to fruit.

Exasperation of the flowing stream
deprives our hearts of faith in birth of light
with numbing rancor of the falling rain
that reveals how our bodies need good food
in lucid testament our breath declares
as words that fall in soil as dreamless seeds.

Since God is hypothesis of our hope,
devised in desperate circumstance of fear,
we travel forward over windy plains
along invisible road of weird shapes
in dream of faithfulness that leads our steps
beyond the farthest hill of rugged space.

So that is how we figure in our eyes
this world of rivers flowing around hills,
where trees provide sweet fruit of life to eat,
is round as apples red against the sky
that we steal from the hissing snake of death
so we can dance around the burning bush.

Through divine election of hungry hope
we traverse rugged hills in latitudes
of probability with eager faith
to assert amorality of choice
as we progress in motion without laws
to prove we are free agents without cause.

Based on caprice of passion to transcend
frustrating limits from this frame of flesh,
we justify our journey against death
to circle valley of our spirit birth
so we can explore the whole universe
according to Eternal Will of Fate.

Hope to build new Eden in the waste land
highlights the desperate folly of our hearts
that leads us to wander in tangled woods,
howling in horror at shadowy beasts
that haunt our aimless journey to our graves
till we see our gaunt faces in the pool.

Though lumens of our beauty wear away,
we follow flashing moon of changing faith
that chimes progressive flow of unmarked time
in uniform degrees of psychic growth
till we transform into shadowy beasts
and fade into mute sorrow of the lake.

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Orpheus leads remnants of his tribe that survived the massacre into the valley of singing trees where they build new garden of Eden by the lake of hungry demons.

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