She Almost Wonders If
She Almost Wonders If
© Surazeus
2026 04 18
She almost wonders if time is not real
based on how water flows through veins of steel
till silver raven, from dim vale she fears,
explains strange magic of machinery gears,
so lame girl walks downside up to her room
where faceless fairies flicker in sad gloom.
She never questions why stars glitter gold
because she savors water that seems cold
while reading romance tales in canny books
that were sewn from butterfly wings by cooks
who hide crystal keys in loaves of hot bread
which she can use to resurrect the dead.
She always asks each ghost their secret name
because she wants to learn their psychic game
which gives her social tools to fool the fools
who gather in workshops to design tools
that devils use to manipulate minds
except for her who loves to feed shy hinds.
She ever wanders garden of fruit trees
in search of new words she can use to tease
grim angel standing guard by jeweled gate
whose sky-blue eyes require she defy fate,
but when she climbs through window of her heart
he flies away without celestial chart.
She often leans in window of high tower
to watch her favorite horse consume star flower,
and dreams of racing swift beyond far hills
to eat fresh apples and drink from clear rills,
but wakes from daydream in gray mirror frame
to smile and pretend she was not born lame.
She mostly paints fierce dragon on ice peak
whose rage is tamed by lame girl who is meek
since she is doomed to inherit the Earth
according to chart of her royal birth,
so she limps quietly down narrow hall
past portraits of ancestors on the wall.
She nearly steps through unlocked door of hope
in frantic mission to expand her scope
by slipping free from castle of despair,
but pauses halfway down steep winding stair
to ponder abstract numbers of blind faith
that help her mind perceive the eyeless wraith.
She rarely thinks about mute nothingness
while waiting on Bridge of Forgetfulness,
so when Rapunzel gains her liberty
she strums taut strings on lyre of Mercury
and sings heart-wrenching psalms of bitter love
while busking in strange towns where she may rove.
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Orpheus hears heart-wrenching tune so he finds lame girl singing by the fountain in the town square to crowd of people who weep.
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