Accident Of Lonesome Wind
© Surazeus
2026 06 05

Each time I walk to the center of time
to leave mask of my soul on wall of fate,
I find ghost of my body by the door
that leads to library of secret tales,
so when I laugh with joy at song of death
all the houses in the world float away.

I hang upside down from branch of the oak
to ponder how we always seem to know
how to build sturdy shelter from the storm
that rearranges furniture of lies
through revolution of the dancing book
that strands our bodies in the empty room.

Awaiting accident of lonesome wind
that strikes our numb hearts with attentive pride,
we give each other bags of secret light
which amplifies with bells cry of the heart
for independence of courageous faith
reversed by blank reflection of the eye.

No time to march on mission of concern
bequeaths calm passion of our aching hearts
to resurrect weird stories about gods
contending through assertive synergies
that possess bodies with no obvious goals
to claim salvation from the fractured moon.

Yet in context of moral amplitude,
we build from tangled roots of screaming trees
sleek boats with alabaster curves of fate
that we sail over seas of sudden growth
with plan to judge contentious games of wealth
adverse to solemn circumstance of love.

Contained by subtle scope of spooling words
that snap snowflakes in swirling spray of fear,
my seething soul attempts to leap on wings
of fluid light rays after time dissolves
to flexible tension less technical
than cursed abundance of authorized thought.

Convenient methods for defensive stance,
based on deployment to digital dunes
diffuse with casual deviance of needs,
determine conscious deficit of fate
that might be feasible to humble minds,
except we gravitate through surging waves.

Magnetic minds consider integers
designed by syntax-twisting narrators
unique to each unclassified detective
who guarantees genetic happiness
described by endless glossary of themes
presented by ghost of the guardian.

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Orpheus compiles glossary of dreams that no conscious being in all the universe has ever dreamed, except for his beloved soulmate.

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