Vibrant Flash Of Faith
© Surazeus
2026 04 15

If she knows why stars incarnate as flowers,
she hides the secret as math formulas
in the chemistry textbook of her heart,
and only smiles while we dance to the music
that radiates from the singing stone of truth
which flashes mirror eyes of lonely souls.

Since she remembers why the Javan Myna
taught her how to fly when she was still young,
she fries corned beef sandwich on sourdough bread
with sauerkraut, Swiss cheese, and island dressing,
which we enjoy with sharp Italian wine,
after which we sit on the porch and ponder.

Because she has nothing special to prove
concerning strange color of innocence,
she rides silver bike to the river shore,
where nothing dramatic ever occurs,
to paint secret faces of the Blue Sky
as shimmer reflected in the road pool.

Confident she contains crowds of blind ghosts
who encode her secrets in photographs,
she sails small river boat on gleaming waves
where choir of fish sing cosmic melodies
before the peacock with luminous wings
that transforms into proud Queen of the Earth.

Erased by history books she never reads,
she cooks to feed her children with calm care
and cleans their clothes so they can play their role,
till she becomes the body of their house,
enclosed inside polished box of her heart,
which she takes with her when she walks away.

Drunk from imbibing spiced Dragon Brain Wine,
brewed from honey and psychedelic mushrooms,
she flies broom of the oak tree among clouds
to feed expansive emptiness of truth
with swirling energy contained in fruit
that weaves memories of gods in her brain.

Inspired by flood of the apocalypse
that smashes institutions of state power,
she surfs tsunami waves of social change
with grim elation of justice for all
when she embraces vibrant flash of faith
to help Nature cleanse our world of cruel hate.

Unaware I requite her secret feelings,
she scrapes raw skin of passionate desire
against granite fortitude of my heart
so we savor transient bliss of pure love
that wakes our hearts with vibrant flash of faith
before we grow old and decay to silence.

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Orpheus paints portraits of Ophelia in various poses of being the most fabulous woman on Earth, then they eat sandwiches together in the evening.

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