If I Adjust Cycle
© Surazeus
2026 03 08

If I adjust cycle of my emotions
to match exploding stars of naked words,
I might find Lost Princess with seven eyes
singing in forest of eccentric clowns,
yet when I turn on the glass radio
ghosts from distant stars call my secret name.

If I adjust temperature of my rage
to counter pain of patient pertinence,
I might wake on the moon in time to see
God break every pattern of human faith,
yet I anticipate the second coming
while typing at my desk in the hot swamp.

If I adjust ingenuous mode of reason
to lock my brain with alternative truth,
I might caress sensuous contours of time
to surf tidal wave of continuum
silhouetted by dramatic regret
when I follow claw-prints in bloody snow.

If I adjust celebration of wisdom
in spite of artificial victory,
I might taste resolve of the Gardener
to rebuild Garden of Eden in Hades
that matches permanent state of respect
fractured by pendulum unwound by fate.

If I adjust lassitude of each season
that returns with ostensible perversion,
I might reclaim discolored photograph
that proves I committed those evil crimes
based on defeated memory of chimes
gracious with flowers of frantic endurance.

If adjust flight of arrogant breath
by swooping wingless over power lines,
I might remember who gives me their mask
by calling my name on the telephone,
which I deny outside of time and space
because I am spectator of the race.

If I adjust standards of moral values
to style our fight as matter of survival,
I might sense absence of psychotic color
by starting enterprise of stolen wealth
with uncommon manners of noble clowns
who fight each other for the secret key.

If I adjust scale of false modesty
to join holy cult of the Water Book,
I might sidle past the house of dead gods
to rendezvous with Death down by the river
that flushes human bodies to the sea
with indifferent auspice no one perceives.

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Orpheus adjusts cycle of his emotions to match the television show about the girl who calculates how to fly to the moon while eating burgers.

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