Why Time Is Fake
© Surazeus
2026 07 13

Camilla considers why time is fake
while floating in glass boat on the star lake,
though wingless angels on the muddy shore
keep disappearing through numberless door
at sudden crack of bells that realigns
statues of dead gods in conceptual lines.

Staring at her face in the mirror gleam,
Camilla thinks about joining the team
of wingless angels to hunt criminals
who abuse good people like animals,
but three clocks on the vast cathedral wall
unweave matrix of time in sad rainfall.

Packing six paper bags of groceries
while angels spiral through her ovaries,
Camilla plans her clandestine escape
from prison of her home in the dreamscape
by switching money to her bank account
with secret agent of the castle count.

Bright headlights of the speeding car expose
uncertain beauty of her private rose
with flashing magnet of hypnotic trance
through thought paralysis of her stiff stance
at shock of horror that her husband steers
car of bitter rage at her wordless fears.

Crushed against her car at sudden impact
of blunt aggression beyond legal fact,
Camilla gasps in anguish of mute pain
that sears through tattered fabric of the vain
with mangled ardency of canceled hope
untwisting order of her mental scope.

Stunned awake beyond conscious state of fear
at blurred flash of the unreachable near,
Camilla writhes in buzzing blast of shock
that sucks her spirit into the faceless rock
where she becomes small seed of nothingness
as swollen bulge on bridge of faithfulness.

From open eyes of vast infinity,
Camilla soars through sharp futility
as wordless blood from gaping mouth of love
gurgles desperately to express concern
for safety of her daughter in the car
whose eyes are fractured by the lonely star.

While Camilla floats in the ambulance
to gamble with death in fraught game of chance,
police arrest her husband as he snarls
with rage against disobedient girls,
but the nurse pronounces moment of death
when young mother explains why time is fake.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury to guide ghost of Camilla from the store parking lot to shore of the River Styx where she rides boat of Charon to Elysium.

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