Wounded Heart Of Pity
© Surazeus
2026 04 10

Emergent spirit, composed of sea bells,
bequeaths new embassy through hieroglyphs
detailing circuit calm of quadrant coil
on which I sail beyond contrived complaints
to cherish supple calyx Earth explores
through monody my shadow souls express.

Fantastic rain of unearned legacy
pummels fields of private loneliness
with ancient disciplines of mutiny
by which my wounded heart of pity knows
urgent silence outlawry still absconds
despite fierce oaths contrary friends express.

Far outside chilly walls of crowded church
I sing with larks of unharmonious truth,
tongue bound by bell-rope knelling fractured homes
since I still wander doomed cathedral lawn
through ripe assertions of sad epitaphs
carved on strange walls in spells wild ghosts express.

Though I have heard from scattered tones of stars
antiphonal psalms no angel dares sing,
I push against tribunal words of light
at broken intervals launched into clouds
from which I tumble prostrate on stark hills,
hived in tales my old father should express.

Up terraced meanings, desperate children mold
from visionary voice of instant truth,
we score eccentric cognates trapped by hope,
though flawed encroachments tangle mute despair
flung from towers of revival we seek,
recording messages devils express.

Taut matrix of our story-woven hearts
enshrines false heroes who once filled our eyes
with grand illusions of commodious fate,
unsealed by forest spirit who knows how
showers cleanse our putrid souls of despair
evoked by anthems our sorrows express.

Fraught carillons in tombs of withered gods,
veering against light of synoptic creeds,
lures our attentive souls long motionless
to navigate our labyrinthine lies
through pulsing monoliths of ardency
now vibrant with sweet visions fools express.

Index of riddles, that inspire our quest
to hear sibylline voices of calm lakes,
beneath which demons writhe oblique to fate,
reveals palladium heart that nurtures me
with tearful humor of healing regret
so I may translate proverbs gods express.

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Orpheus finds Hart Crane wandering bemused on shore of Elysium so they stroll together among orange trees where angels play stringless harps.

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