Exchange Fake Money
© Surazeus
2025 12 11

Excessive anguish of my loving heart,
encased in copper sulfate crystal shell,
might radiate nuclear passion of respect
when I explode with silver fog of dawn
to join festivities on ship-wrecked beach
where castaways buy and sell books of blood.

Reluctant penance of obsessive waves
inscribes our bitter loss with hieroglyphs
we carve on plangent gravity of fate
against clarified habits we exchange
through lucid effort of accomplished thoughts
based whole on choreography of love.

No faint electric trail of muddied steps
lures us to unplowed fields of warrior skulls
where honest heralds will conspire to fool
the hungry crowd with phonemes of disgust
because we dig with shovels of contempt
to rip soft heart of Earth for treasure chests.

Yet wounded by uncertain words of faith,
we translate climate of confusing truth
based on the certain slant of winter light
which cracks cathedral walls with ardent bells
where young girl in black dress sings coded hymns
to prove imperial affliction of air

Escape from Heaven shows why nameless god
traps souls of seekers in shadow of truth
through oppressive laws of false bravery
despite internal meanings we conceal
though we wait in round temple on the hill
for bakers to turn pearls to loaves of faith.

Sounds of our voices exclaiming with joy
may disappear in breath of crashing waves,
yet we hide feelings inside polished jokes
to prove our memory of corrupted homes
provides foundation for new way of life
when we exchange fake money for good lies.

This road we walk may lead us far away
but we will find ourselves back home again
though emptiness of faith inspires mad kings
to bomb museums full of singing masks
because we sell true evil to our friends
in exchange for dead leaves wet from cold rain.

Clean masks of polished personalities
hide brutal emptiness of loud desires
valued by the fearful who worship brutes
constricted by approval of fake strength
when we embellish skills through agency
till motives drown our hearts in tears of faith.

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Orpheus meets Jesus in cracked cathedral where they listen to Emily Dickinson sing hymns about the certain slant of light that exposes human hearts to fateful love.

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