Sharp Ache Of Truth
Sharp Ache Of Truth
© Surazeus
2025 08 20
He opens the notebook with sudden urge
to record the random thoughts of his mind,
but taps his fingers on blank page of doubt
with idle nonchalance of the snide seer
amazed at meaningless sublime of life
that pierces his heart with sharp ache of truth.
The microscopic thought of measured words,
that myths will die with makers of their truth,
accelerates his plunge in solid sea
imperceptible to most honest tribes
who attend church of the mental disease
with crypto-mystic code of abstract faith.
Exact assertion of lightness we share
luminates inner core of secret homes
with upward motion onto downcast stars
where devils crawl across the pleasant sky
with universal sadness no one buys
though knowledge dawns before the end of time.
Untethered spirit of angelic faith
floats over fields of unwalled paradise
where we attempt to raise the dead with prayers
that crack brute lamentation of the sky
despite abysmal waste of stubborn lust
that almost drowns us in our bitter tears.
Since he has time to live well in this world
against all odds of arrogant respect,
he dances with immune abandonment
where fairies of midsummer gamble fate
against conceptual clock of each new hour
that renders aspect of the forest pool.
All children know that God was never real
except ideal our parents advocate
as goal for which we strive with rectitude
to transcend limitations of our brains
by wearing fur in harsh Antarctic hills
at sudden thoughtlessness of ecstasy.
Good fluencies of routines mimicked well
infect Hadean source of spirit pain
with frantic gestures of our personage
when he decides to photograph the sun
who lounges naked on fluffed clouds of fate
to taste disfigurement of mortal masks.
He likes this version of himself much more
than solemn language of irreverence,
so he invents new theologic code
that defines fake parameters of fear
though trapped in self-delusion of lost faith
still piercing his heart with sharp ache of truth.
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Orpheus pulls spear of truth out of his wounded heart, then asks the child if God is real before he floats away on ocean waves to prophesy the rise of Zarathia from ruins of America.
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