Footsteps Of Parental Souls
© Surazeus
2025 11 12

No lonely orphan clutching broken clock
forgets bus schedule to the school and back
except when ravens laugh about mad clown
who dances high on ringing telephone
to steal demonic wings of fortitude
when scolded to improve their attitude.

Persona we daily wear must be fake,
orphans never explain to the proud woke
who sell their bodies to the corporate king
after programmed to perform right for wrong
at well-paid jobs adjusting pulchritude
they sell in stores as packaged platitude.

Their parents haunt them as the holy ghost
whose shadows hide dark secrets of the past
so they design image of God to match
bitter experience purchased by the rich
as stories of life on the silver screen
composed through artificial dream machine.

Trapped by type of human character trope
assigned to them by name scrawled on the tape,
they mythologize random life events
based lamely on religious precedents
which scale their progress in the Holocene
shaping how they play the most tragic scene.

All people become orphans in the end
when their parents dissolve into the land
and leave them stranded on the signless road
till special features of their faces fade
in restless wind that whistles over hills
while they figure out how to pay the bills.

Our bodies transform shape through each new birth
till I wake in mist by the Firth of Forth
after walking one hundred thousand years
to find where the sun is born from the stars
when I follow footsteps of parental souls
who disappear before I reach my goals.

Whether my father guides path of my life
by teaching me how to keep my heart safe,
or I wander alone without sage guide
in search for wisdom of the singing toad,
I find the stranger glowing in my eye
who helps me create life before we die.

We merge our separate spirits in new soul
to weave our alien brains in dreaming whole
which incarnates immortal soul of genes
so we evolve from fish to god machines
as wingless angels feasting in the hall
while global empires we build rise and fall.

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Orpheus visits the orphanage every week to bring toys and sing stories of the human adventure so the lost children of the world create new communities of friends.

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