Fragments Of Frail Faith
© Surazeus
2025 03 31

When the storm of electric innocence
blows over our home in dense Raven Wood
I hear laughter of Ungod in blue sky
howl with cruel mockery at human pride,
so I glare mute at Jupiter or Zeus,
and grin that my fathers gave storms weird names.

I peer in shadows of gold afternoon
to see the faceless ghosts of souls long dead
that glow with wisdom of experience,
so I try to decode their wordless pain
to understand grim sorrow of their loss
which people still suffer in every age.

Broken tree limbs of twisted memories
crash into the yards of hope-haunted homes
that chill our hearts with specter of decay
as despair coagulates in crippled form
that crawls across debris of our world view,
tangled in rotten beauty of our faith.

Emerging from shattered shelter of trust,
we gather fractured fragments of frail faith
decontextualized from established framework
as long-accepted information memes
disconnected from firm matrix of truth
that exposes its artificial structure.

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Orpheus cleans debris of fallen tree branches from the yard after the severe thunderstorm blew suddenly over town.

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