Tricks Of Standard Words
© Surazeus
2026 06 03

If darkness bursts in cavern of my heart,
expelling me from world of swirling eyes,
I crawl through grass of moonlit ardency
to find elusive absence of your face
so I float up on wild ethereal breath
to touch what cannot exist outside words.

That stranger with fear-startled eyes of hope,
reflected in vast pool of sky-flashed thought,
must not be me because I am not real,
though ache of anguish twists my hungry heart
with stubborn laughter of our island world
enclosed by wall of hills that hide my words.

Bright sheen of thoughtless waves big as my eyes
decide to swallow vastness of my mind,
yet I hold still in gusts of angry wind
that push my frame of self against contempt
at sudden spark of wings untwisting hope
that writhes in heart Orion seals in words.

Since flock of ravens, white as silent snow,
pass through expansive cavern of my heart
at brute attention to details of peace,
I feel my body stripped of name and rank
so I am no one stranded on lake shore,
tormented by false pride of naked words.

Rain showers trapped by laughter of black clouds
assail time-fractured frame of my mute mind
with expectations I should conquer fate,
inspired by courage of progressive plans
to manage profit of expanding gain
contrived by puzzling tricks of standard words.

We enter cave of dreams to search for gods,
but find dim shadows of assertive birds
that teach us how organic beings disperse
by leaping swift with carousel expense,
undone by fleeting concept of bold faith
that spools reflections of our minds in words.

Edge of my soul that brushes shore of time
recedes in swirls of storm clouds after dawn
to prove my journey far from cave of faith
requires attentive caution of regret
that spurs evasive action to transcend
frame of my body, safe in ship of words.

If I should hesitate with cautious faith
while nearing portal beyond mindless stars,
my wounded heart may grow too fond of fate
at slow descent to desolate vale of thoughts
where I ponder disorder of cracked stones
from which spring howling angels of dream words.

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