Headless Idol Of God
© Surazeus
2025 04 07

Oblique intellect of the rose-gold moon
reveals the vast distance between our hearts
which writhe with revelations of true love
to frame this beautiful weird world of ours
with shocking sensation of blooming flowers
rooted in tales of our lost memories.

When colors leer in sunlight of my room,
transformed by my fatal imaginings
to furtive creatures lurking in dry books,
I hide conceptual sprites in wood word box
till they sprout gossamer butterfly wings
and fly through spiral of eyes from my mouth.

Effectual consequence of fertile thought
completes excessive meaning long untouched
by proper rhetorician strolling home
in neatly trimmed rose-garden maze of ghosts
to unwind logical clock stuck in trunk
of my most graceful willow by the lake.

Desiring trivial power to control
dreams that motivate hunger of our hope,
we build huge marble monuments to truth
so bold performers, terror-struck by love,
may better calculate which way to go
through strict analysis of empty words.

Collecting words from caverns of your minds,
fragile as eggs from which serpents of faith
slither forth through church-cluttered avenues,
I breathe oxygen from bright mountain caves
when clouds of words congeal in holy books
open on tables of unexplained fear.

Passion that frames emptiness of the home
with shapeless shadow of dire honesty
adjusts backward direction time expands
for angels still forgotten on the moon
to play chess game of arrogant respect
though we consider this haven our right.

Immense success of meaningless play
contains stark signs of intelligible life
trapped in symbols everyone wants to buy
to hang as paintings on cathedral walls
based on hallucination I design
which imitates headless idol of God.

No more original than falling snow,
that purports to final contrariness
of false perfection dazzling in its truth,
my heart begins with vivid elements
of natural light to weave reluctant code
which programs how I invent unique fate.

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Orpheus digs up headless idol of God from under the parking lot of the old abandoned car factory that pollutes the river.

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