Godness Of The Empty Space
© Surazeus
2026 10 08

My heart is withness of the empty space
that binds our distances in spiral thought
based on miniscule ecstasy of love
flashing inside our closed eyes with strange luck
at randomness of fame that curses fools
who chase elusive butterfly of faith.

Transformed by notness of the empty space
expanding endless books of fairy tales,
redesigned as sacred stories of faith
that guide how we adjust our focused fear
contrary to completeness of dire need,
I hear Death object to thrust of desire.

My brain is forthness of the empty space,
woven by assertive fractions of light
that pulse with psychic energy of waves
which toss my fragile body on the beach
so I attempt to stand straight at the sky
of dizzy upside backward till I laugh.

Through intense thingness of the empty space
I try to explain twisted differences
between bittersweet moments of regret
for choosing where to go at flash of dawn
that leaves me stranded in the somewhere else
if time tricks me to tell you how I feel.

Remembered dreamness of the empty space
renders my face invisible to Death
who wanders everywhere in swirls of snow
to edge of eternity where ghosts build
house of memories that steals my true name
because I believe in the endless rain.

Cherished by startness of the empty space
for vast imperfectness of ardent play,
I wear faces sharp as knives children sell
for boxes of fractured gods who require
pain of sorrowful truth to resurrect
fictional characters from holy books.

Entrapped by calmness of the empty space,
I stumble perilously happy through Hell
to follow laughing horse with clockwork eyes
who gives me crystal orange of irony
so I may understand how she loves me
more as we grow old by the willow tree.

Pregnant with Godness of the empty space,
I hang nine days and nights from the phone pole
because my brain is linked by psychic wires
to weird internet of the world wide web
so I channel prophecies of Star Wraith
which disassembles puzzle of the brain.

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Orpheus strips off his clothes and stands exposed on world stage of terrible fame, eyes blinded by the light of god and truth and right, so he laughs.

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