Map Of Blood On Her Skin
© Surazeus
2025 06 27

Because sad eyes of wingless crows perceive
flow of my blood in body of the world,
the water of the river speaks to me
about my faceless lover of the wind
who glows from flaming beams of the dawn sun
that eject despair from darkness of hope.

Your flaming heart that dispels gloom of fear
reveals the world to be more beautiful
where human beings are butterflies on flowers
who find new strength from turmoil of the sea
to walk upon wild waves of changing times
with balanced courage of dream-singing tress.

Your moon-bright eyes of holy solitude
illuminate dark signless road of hope
where I walk toward the future I invent
by weaving words in tapestry of tales
defining how I think the world should be
where every person lives happy and free.

Celestial whispers of the long-dead stars
infuse the air we breathe with vain desires
that fuel our journey to the Promised Land
where bitter rebels wrestle giant gods,
then give their treasures to the cheering crowd
as gifts that seal social contracts of faith.

Wings of gulls conceal vastness of the sea
where Mother of Mankind walks on gold sand
while suffering draws map of blood on her skin
which shows me how to live with honest joy
as I hold hands with the soul I love most
who gives me fruit she steals from snake of lust.

When shadows of my words reverberate
as subtle echo of my formless thoughts
across the hollow space between our souls,
I feel influence of my heart vibrate
in symbols that project my fantasies
within flexible framework of respect.

Bright shadow ring of thoughts formed into words
undulates outward from crystalline core
through strict concentric spirals of respect
in ripples that weave matrix of our minds
as organic bodies souls animate,
which translates genetic memories to dreams.

The solid ground of Earth on which I walk
spreads out from hearth of my blood-heated heart
in all directions to form giant globe
which slowly spins in void of glowing stars
so I listen to trees and rivers sing
elaborate tale of adventure I seek.

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Orpheus transcribes map of blood on her skin to preserve ancestral memories that program ideologies which motivate our struggle to survive.

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