Foggy Ruins Of Time
Foggy Ruins Of Time
© Surazeus
2025 12 04
Half awake in foggy ruins of time,
I asks the faceless ghosts of anyone
if they recall the hour Icarus fell,
but they keep giving me feathers of crows
so I glue them on the hand-glider frame
which sits neglected in my fenced back yard.
Mapping fate in foggy ruins of time,
I wander endless maze of unlocked doors
to learn why no one recognizes me
because I am the lost prince of the isle,
so I climb stairs to grand cathedral hall
where my future wife never sees my face.
Not alert in foggy ruins of time,
I write curving letters in the blank book
which smear and dissolve in drops of green rain
that shimmer with the hum of motor cars
whose tires sing on wet asphalt of false hope
while I become the moon above the sea.
Casting spells in foggy ruins of time,
I sing long epic tales of angry fools
who fight for glory of their land in vain
then drive across vast plains in rusty cars
to dance with hippies on wild golden hills
with flowers of the devil in their hair.
Still surprised in foggy ruins of time,
I tell the woman with three eyes of ice
that I recall the hour Lucifer fell,
but she takes plastic coins of private wealth
from every pocket in my stained trench coat
to buy sacred books of religious faith.
Shouting lies in foggy ruins of time,
I challenge Goliath with brave contempt
to another television debate
as we run for President of the Earth
but he transforms into the Buddha Toad
so I hitchhike back home to Oregon.
Long restless in foggy ruins of time,
I work for forty years as the bank clerk
who steals one penny from each bank account
till I escape with ninety billion bucks
to reconstruct castle of Avalon
where I crown Artemis queen of my heart.
Building homes in foggy ruins of time,
I lead lost refugees from civil wars
on endless Trail of Tears to Neverland
where everyone becomes the movie star
performing in Land of Arcadia
as they follow the blind tambourine man.
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Orpheus plays the tambourine as he dances in the foggy ruins of time with billions of people who weep for the fall of America till they laugh at the absurdity of it all.
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