Twilight Zone Of War
© Surazeus
2026 03 03

Aspersed by sorrow of the Absolute,
whose laughter defames beauty of despair,
Phoebus scatters broken words of false faith
against harsh slander of honest contempt,
yet glares with bitter angst at screaming trees
that curl roots around unexploded bombs.

After years of exile in northern lands,
attending to strange business building lies
from bones of angels stuck in factories,
Phoebus returns to twilight zone of war
with bullets forged from misremembered words
that violate eerie beauty of the moon.

Bullet-pocked walls where fragile flowers bloom
enclose lush garden where the crippled clown
regales turtles in the pond with war tales
of his frantic youth running in dark woods
with rifle of fear twisted in his hands
though he sings with melodious voice of rage.

Starved for new language only children speak
from dictionary of the scarlet moon,
Phoebus waters purple geraniums
while asking ghost of Cassandra if light
reaches her heart in her riverbank grave
where ravens whisper secrets she conceals.

Insomniac angel with fierce lizard brain
leaps laughing in void of expectancy,
yet steals delicious fruit from Tree of Fear
with graceful passion to defend his bride
despite expendable mission to wage
cruel peace against aggressive gangs of thieves.

Positive energy of fragrant shadows
teach losers how to forge petulant hope
from dynamic flash of authentic pain,
reckless with redundant contingency
till Phoebus lies paralyzed by the sea
that sings enchanting melodies of faith.

Through turbulent expression of true love
Phoebus explains to millions of mute souls
method for singing hymns to movie stars
disguised as corporate spies of formulas,
winged with aspirations of global fame
that leaves him stranded in the city square.

Since no one believes her dire prophecies,
Cassandra walks down crowded city streets
with analysts and programmers who wait
in long lines for sandwiches and fruit tea,
till she and Phoebus stop by fountain pool
and stare with love for eighty thousand years.

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Orpheus secretly films Phoebus and Cassandra as they meet for their first date at the Green Dragon Tavern in Boston where ghosts of revolutionaries sing anthems of bravery.

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