Fluke Of Blind Fate
© Surazeus
2026 03 21

When I learn with startled alacrity
that I carry the sea within my heart,
I open small box of treasures I keep
to find immensity of timeless truth
expand scope of every cell in my flesh
tensile with strangeness of who I might be.

Still I accept maimed happiness of fate
that gives me fruit instead of chocolate bars
when I seek gifts of food from open doors
with stubborn expectation that blind chance
will lead me to lush garden of delight
from where I lie trapped in tangled desire.

Though every night of lightless gloom is long,
as sense of time inflates eternal glow
beyond all bounds of measurable constraint,
I know bright light of morning will appear
as slow flash piercing gloom with ache of trust
that I still breathe soft river breeze of faith.

If I keep falling into future frames
against stricken dilation of regret,
I might find, hidden in trap of my heart,
expansive wings of fierce vitality
by twisting sideways from preordained fate
to avoid imminent crash of concern.

Dazed in cavern of grief with fractured eyes,
I ask deaf Nature for reward of grace
despite vain attempts to resist the fall
when I condense assertion of mute will
in sparkling sphere of force inside my heart
by which I seek salvation of the sea.

Released from grim enclosure of my mind,
my heart leaps high through competitive zone
with stark passion of undetermined chase
in flowing fashion of unfolding fate,
vibrant with frequent breath that resonates
with startled sense that I am still alive.

Pure tone of slow ecstatic hum reveals
glimmer of self-knowledge that emanates
from trembling truancy of free resource
when I attend communal feast of friends
to join coalition of stubborn hope
since time can be dangerous to sudden truth.

Weird randomness in changing tides of wealth
leaves me alive another day on Earth
in spite of near collisions with blind Death
who mocks my luck avoiding nothingness
since Fame strikes me as sterilizing curse
which I avoid by sheer fluke of blind fate.

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Orpheus parks his car beside the highway and breathes deep to calm his beating heart after narrowly avoiding getting hit by the speeder as they fled the police.

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