Space Of Wordless Seem
© Surazeus
2025 07 16

Stark voice of loss that echoes in the room
reveals expansive space of wordless seem
contrived by obvious lesson of false peace,
though we recall through prayers that never cease
relentless waves of time that beat our hearts
with subtle pulse of shadow-beaming parts.

Should my confusing memories of your face
vanish from my dream book without a trace,
I might miss one last chance to be redeemed
before blinding gloss of fate is condemned
because I dare to play the sacrament
decoded from tropes of my testament.

Our children whirl in circles of wild joy
inside library of the manic toy
who leads procession of the holy fool
through sorrow-cracked doors of the empty school
too late to earn redemption from the crow
who leads our journey in the bloody snow.

Still bent in concentration of the clown,
Morpheus ponders why our thoughts contain
ideal illusions rendered through fraught verse
based on brilliant wings of the sourceless curse
erasing splendor our teachers acquire
from haze of radiance on the ocean shore.

Bright diamonds we extract from rancid caves
declare balanced uselessness of sad waves
for how the shadow god born in hot mud
lingers on buzzing margin of the wood,
caught in fitful gusts of suggestive wind
long after we escape from tricks of the mind.

Each spiraled episode of manic speech
that motivates my laughter on the beach
conceals assertive ambulance toward death
uncalculated through words of the wraith
who sends snowflakes of pointless provenance
wound tight by axis of trapped innocence.

Expansive cosmos cluttered with frail worlds,
crowded like Earth with coltish cosmic heralds,
churns planets from eclectic womb of fate
so we join pageant with the horse-trot gait
though lacking trepidation to stretch time
enough for angels to cleanse hate of slime.

No lady now with stolen wings of pain
climbs stairway to Heaven in bitter rain,
so we assemble in the ring of stones
to worship skeleton of dragon bones
in ritual that revives Goddess of Truth
who appoints me cautious messiah sleuth.

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Orpheus finds Goddess of Truth at the foot of the stairway to Heaven, who is hesitant to get trapped in the celestial court by the old god jealous of her unwanted fame.

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