Heights Of Unloneliness
© Surazeus
2025 05 23

Obsession with stark blueness of the sky
alerts me to strange songs of animals
that buzz in acrid timber of my skull
when I stomp grapes with eager feet of hope,
though blinded by excessive light of rain
which I collect with baskets of my eyes.

Quickening fear of frantic afterthoughts
displays ostensible reason ghosts hide
from real eyes of the mindless universe
who completes its purity through my brain
that soaks in tears of broken continents
which shift and crack on seething waves of fire.

With sad voice deep as mountains writhing rocks
she sings electric melody of faith
too sweet for plain existence to ignore,
so we invent weird reason we exist
through profound beauty of heart-haunting tunes
the moment we lock eyes with fateful death.

Returned from country of the rancid lake,
we gather in wide circles on bare plain
to drink sweet sorrow people hide in songs
tinted with aggressive desire for life
since we survive assault of arrogance
contrived as prayers the righteous steal from fear.

Trapped in deep well of my truth-hungry heart
from which I attempt to crawl with bent claws,
I realize nothing matters I can change
since I have figured out the secret truth
about why people give each other ghosts
woven from shadows of unspoken fears.

Dark clouds of never-falling rain expand
over asphalt road shining blue with rain
where frail metal cars on rubber tires glide,
driven by angels crushed from loss of faith
in silent meditation on despair
that fuels assertion of alienable rights.

Obsidian mask of the nameless sky god
reflects true face all my ancestors wore
which I see in thick window of the car
gemmed gold with sparkling drops of evening rain
each time white lightning splits eternity
so I can comprehend nature of love.

So when she glances back at me with joy,
eyes glowing golden as the midnight moon,
I vow to protect her from pain and fear
and bring her fruit and flowers of the Earth
as we perform our complicated lives
in reverse from heights of unloneliness.

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Orpheus tells Ophelia about a strange memory from his childhood when he rode in a red Volkswagen on a highway in Texas during a lightning storm.

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