First Imaginary Friend
© Surazeus
2025 07 22

The whispers of the stopped clock call my name
so I become dark shadow of the wind
to find my first imaginary friend
but she refuses to erase my fame,
so I slip through cracks of forgetful faith
to envelop Earth as the star-eyed wraith.

The voices of the dead wake me from dream
so I invent the dessert you call cake
to expose cruel deceivers with the fake
which leaves me free to play along the stream
where people row their boats to paradise
which only accepts people who are nice.

I live my whole life on the edge of hope,
performing under microscopic gaze
of brave saviors drugged in religious haze
who teach evening classes on how to cope
with collapse of civilization, though
everyone wants to get on with the show.

Each evening I surrender to my fate
to play great hero who must save the world,
struck by lightning to become cosmic herald
commissioned to guard the heavenly gate
from evil monsters of the human heart
who deviate from moral rules of the chart.

Assuming authority of starlight,
so my body glows with transcendent words,
I translate holy scripture of fruit birds
as they evolve from dinosaurs in flight,
once giant devils hunting us with claws
till we develop grand religious cause.

As influential leader of the crowd,
I am the fearless change-agent of truth
reborn each cycle as messiah sleuth
to manage projects that will make God proud
by building work cultures from the ground up
based on mystic wisdom of the quest cup.

Yet constellated ghost of my twin soul
walks out the door into the grove of trees
to realign the Earth by strict degrees
which calculates new academic goal
for which we measure distance beyond death
through soft extension of the holy breath.

Before the world is destroyed by the bomb
we shall meet at the Pemaquid Point Light
where Cetus and Andromeda still meet
for tea and crumpets at the empty tomb
where skull of Perseus, geared into the clock,
analyzes trends of conceptual stock.

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Orpheus joins Cetus and Andromeda who want to start a book club where housewives share their thoughts on riddling satires of the Astarian Scriptures.

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