Verdict Of The Lightning Eye
© Surazeus
2025 12 21

The amount I pay for sinful mistakes
has always been far less in terms of faith
than standard deduction of karmic gain
so I apply high ethic principles
to how I perform my weird character
programmed by my ancestors to breed life.

Yet arctic thrush, with breast orange as sunrise,
flits through wrecked darkness of the year-end gloom
to sing of frozen sorrow breaking hearts
in blizzards of pain on midwinter night
which gleams in windows of ten million homes
where silence cracks from ancient stones as light.

So I consider why your charming smile
should resurrect my body from its grave
when you ascend gold stairs of honest hope
to counterbalance anger with respect
through angel wings on gyroscope of faith
as we embrace to waltz till flash of dawn.

Last star that falls on island of my mind
bursts bright with silver language of concern
through lavish wisdom of our secret code
designed by verdict of the lightning eye
to temper bitter hearts with ardent blaze
so we both radiate with our shared romance.

Still wary of the wondrous miracle
that beams beyond our mortal sense of light,
we gaze at child our bodies generate
to find their secret name in glowing eyes
refracting spirit of the multiverse
in simple humanness of hungry faith.

Awake in radiance of dream-filtered days,
we walk together over random hills
to follow sparkles of the mountain stream
till we discover grove of apple trees
where faceless ghosts of our ancestors sing
to lure our hearts with vision of true love.

With every wave of solar energy
we build celestial breath of divine truth
through strict siliceous beauty of the moon
expanding sacred resonance of waves
that crystalize our thoughts in solemn hymns
because our minds weave one immortal soul.

After our bodies crumble back to dust,
so our unconscious vibe of selfless love
glitters from frost beneath your lonely feet,
our bodies return to maternal breast
where hope transforms our atoms back to light
that gleams in eyes of children we create.

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Orpheus finishes installing electric wires in the house he built on the rock of salvation in the grove of apple trees where faceless ghosts play chase.

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