Honesty Of Falling Leaves
© Surazeus
2025 08 06

Every day feels like the end of the world,
the raven lady of the weird woods sings,
so I pick prickly fruit of arrogance
from tree of death, that writhes in agony,
to eat the temporary truth of fate
which demolishes the world I create.

More real than honesty of falling leaves
that twirl from heaven most exquisitely
my heart expands beyond bounds of the Earth
with torrid muteness of demonic wings
so I inform the world regretfully
that life goes on after everyone dies.

Beside white tower of eternal flame
that shimmers bright on rugged cape of fear
the raven lady in the black dress growls
at pack of wolves that run in swirling mist
because she wants to raise me from the dead
after replacing my heart with her clock.

Mechanic despair of the broken heart
fuels journey of my blind robotic soul
that crawls beaten and defeated back home
so I weave stories of courageous hope
to create beauty out of my heartbreak
though I drown mute in sorrow of the faith.

Astride white horse of bold nobility,
the knight in shining armor wields word spear
to kill dragon of masculinity
which threatens queen of femininity
in psychic war to conquer and control
aggressive intention to procreate.

We gather in huge cave of screaming gods
to organize countless pages from books
which each records in briefest summary
tragic life of one complex human soul
whose name is never whispered in the wind
that flutters leaves of faceless demon trees.

How bizarre, shepherd Tityrus laments,
these times are revolutionary bad
again in cycle of destructive hate
erupting from ambitious clash for power
which still alternates between joy and grief
that leaves me stranded on the signless road.

We can trust honesty of falling leaves
that cover all our graves with veil of Time
for she erases everything from Earth
while molding new souls from dust of our light
so we meet again by the apple tree
to eat the fruit of wisdom till we die.

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Orpheus shares bottle of wine with Tityrus while they watch sheep on slope of the mountain of skulls, and chat about the constant fight between liberals and conservatives that has gone on for ten thousand years.

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