Proxy Puzzle Of Prudence
© Surazeus
2026 05 31

Each time I hear daylight sing out of tune
I see past range of what my eyes perceive,
essential vibes of truth that flash in brains
with pure angelic wings of thoughtless faith,
so I give tears of wisdom to lost souls
and chase wild butterflies in pouring rain.

Though I am no wise philosopher-king
attending needs of people in my care,
I ache with sorrow at their suffering
so I beam lasers from passionate glare
to spark bright flames on stone altar of prayer
with passion of Elijah on Carmel.

Though refugees from war on fenceless road
call Dispeller of Sorrow with brave prayer,
she hides with humble heart in hollow lair
to gather honey in the Holy Grail
that bleeds as blood from angels without wings
who trick my heart with tunes I cannot hear.

I wear mask of flame-caster at the pyre
and chant holy hymns of the devil choir
with plan to catch the newest falling star
before it fractures egg shell of the Earth,
since each material object has its worth
though fate cannot guarantee second birth.

As Smith of Hearts with Hammer of Respect,
I trace essential vein of curving thoughts
to map ordinary light of our brains
that seek permission to endure harsh pain
from faceless spirit in the empty sky
who never answers when we question why.

Adjusting vibrant strings of psychic faith,
I try with secret code to tune my eyes
through beams of fiscal light that harmonize
intense desire to expand consciousness
with humble need to extract from the Earth
potent material that could fuel my heart.

Pending payments on mortgage of my mind
alert my guardian angel with sharp chime
to analyze proxy puzzle of prudence
consistent with regulations of growth
defined by math clerks with strange formulas
which calculate my cost effectiveness.

Undone by death on Bridge of Clarity,
we hurry to our offices at dawn
to broker compliance with divine law
that should suppress bold curiosity
so when daylight sings in tune with the sea
we can unite to fight for liberty.

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Orpheus pauses on London Bridge to snap a selfie with the crowd of people undone by death in the background, then continues to the Museum of Fake Art.

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