Echo Of Transient Fire
© Surazeus
2025 12 10

We fall from echo of transient fire
when bodies dissolve in oceans of light
that forges our bones into frantic words
we sing to channel sorrow into love
preserved on pages torn from holy books
that flutter wings of sly ambitious hope.

Unbearable coldness of hurried breath
constrains elastic brains with moral laws
contrived by strict procedures angels use
to wake as elemental beings of soil
inspired by incidental leap of faith
till I stop breathing at the end of time.

We watch attention of our hungry minds
shift through each writhing spiral curve of fate
with humble wonder at flowers that bloom
from eyes of corpses trapped in trunks of trees
because we welcome birds on trembling limbs
secure with knowledge that we all will die.

We float in moon boat on time-steady stream
to learn about the dead who disappear
because we fear they wander bodiless
somewhere behind us on the vanished road
and call our names with voices soft as wind
that causes leaves of anguish to retreat.

If we stop breathing subtle honesty
when stones allow adjustments of regret
through mental focus on exploding words
we might react with physical intent
to register random absurd events
based on identity we claim with prayer.

Pathetic laughter sparks new flame of hope
through urgent anguish to transcend our pain
so we discuss heart-shocking sense of loss
that twists subjective ambience from fate
based on unflappable resolve to live
with brave attention against fractured lies.

Thus we transcend multidimensional planes
through complex registry of secret names
despite our catalytic trust in books
that burgeon text in rockets of brave snow
stuck in proverbs that detonate our hearts
which leaves us stranded on the signless road.

I search myself for alien mysteries
and find that no one thinks I am alive
so I become reflection in the pool
who questions if my face is even real
till I turn around and gaze in your eyes
as we rise from echo of transient fire.

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Orpheus chuckles with delight as he opines that there is no greater joy than creating art for the sheer joy of creating art.

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