Broken Country Of The Heart
© Surazeus
2025 08 24

Lost in the broken country of my heart,
I offer love to my friends in the art
of sentences composed of fractured words
expressed by thought cadence of chirping birds,
though our midnight audience is now gone,
musical voices fading with the dawn.

Sometimes I am so happy with myself
I leave my sorrows hidden on the shelf
in secret library of weeping books
by which people are defined by their looks,
so I open locked doors with sword of truth
to prove I should play the messiah sleuth.

Though I have lived with blindness of the mind,
compelled by experience acting kind,
I overcome with laughter obstacles
through automatic flash of molecules
threading gold light with circumscribed intent
to achieve objective without precedent.

If I prove intent of serious grief
by holy nun who wanders wish massif
with prayer book written with green dragon blood,
I kneel with her where lotus blooms from mud
along the pebbled brook of honesty
where she derides our social travesty.

She gives me precious token of her soul
with vague concern that I should meet her goal
of building paradise in the fear zone
to preserve our memories in the rolling stone
which crushes clay-foot idol forged from gold
defined by set points of the manifold.

Though twitter I hear opposite the sea
reveals how to attain land of the free,
my heart may subdivide from gratitude
in wounds healed never by the platitude
which arrogant people shout to assert
unproven right to own the fertile dirt.

With generous passion of strange privacies,
contrived from paintings of anxieties,
I choose allegiance that quells vain regret
for sacred goddess in the minaret
who sings heart-aching spells of loyal faith
to travelers haunted by the lunar wraith.

We struggle to transcend delirium
with ambiguous chance for Elysium,
yet share mysterious wisdom of the rain
that seems to wash away all mental pain,
so if we follow riddles of the chart
we may find broken country of the heart.

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Orpheus sells maps to the broken country of the heart in the gift shop next to the Zarathian Museum of Never-Famous Poets.

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