Television Tube Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 10 30

When sparrows spring from sudden songs of hope,
I hold ever-flowing hourglass of fate
with supple laughter of our arrogance
that happiness of flashing synergy
could be more than frail bubble on the stream
that vanishes with mist on web of dawn.

Grand symphony of my eccentric heart
swells with vibrant shadow from my grave
as sunlit clouds that crack with thunder song
to drench our city in spiritual rain
with noisy burden of my wordless voice
that radiates waves of songs on radios.

Our spirits rise from swirling sea of dreams
through bleached evaporation of desire
to form enormous clouds of mindless gods
that soak the waste land of the roadless west
in screaming riddles of electric ghosts
who transform into humans without hope.

Dry Earth soaks our spirits into its heart
so we bloom tall in trees of humming faith
that morph our bodies into juicy fruit
consumed by insatiable hope of Death
who dances when I dare play violin
for gods in abandoned aquarium.

Ghosts of my Puritan ancestors glow
as gold candles in pumpkin heads of gods
when children dressed as cowboys and vampires
loot strange treasures from mansions of the rich
which they return to history museums
to honor our savage civility.

Trapped in the television tube of truth
with masks of characters from fairy tales,
I captain our sleek starship among stars
to visit strange new worlds where devils trick
humble farmers to support haughty kings
till cities are destroyed by nuclear bombs.

Emerging from vales of the jagged Alps,
where lizard men dwell in bright jeweled caves,
I build empire with Wand of Jupiter
based on nutritious passion of wheat bread
so I can find lost grave of Icarus
and rebuild sky-ship of his broken heart.

While growing old with sorrow of lost time,
I carve weird riddles on black obelisk
with serpent runes of star-engendered love
that flash on television tubes of truth
to hypnotize new children of dead gods
who wrestle hovering cherubim of faith.

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Orpheus walks with Sir Patrick Stewart along flashing wing of our galaxy as they discuss essential nature of bodiless gods that play with humans like puppets of vanity.

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