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© Surazeus
2025 10 10

Despite stark woe of Wednesday afternoon,
that scatters oak leaves on the lonely lawn,
I hide strange sorrow in river-smooth rock
when I record tragic tales in the book
that walks around town acting mean and tough
in his clever way that makes people laugh.

Young girl in black lace dress of formulas
contrives new spells of potent psychic keys
that conjure visions of apocalypse
to trace aggressive crimes on bloody maps
so she can bring true justice to the world
through tactics employed by the cosmic herald.

False attribution of unfalling rain
defines inherent strangeness of our plan
to disentangle meaning from old words
reflecting mental concepts in dream shards
which should unpuzzle how we invent truth
to circumvent authority through myth.

Considered too regressive for wealth games
by devils who chant solemn hymns with drums,
our views of math psychology express
complex techniques of systematic loss
eroding confidence we share at death
which shatters clear illusion of frank faith.

No recipe based on weird principles
could fool purveyor of attentive bells
better than the teenage witch I love
who paints history of mankind in sea cave
where prophet of regret sells glamourous hope
to angels who record it all on tape.

Veiled by cute aphorism mothers quote
with formulaic canon devils write,
my pulsing heart requires time-stable role
for measurement of thoughts that could be real,
yet ghosts of television rise reborn
to redesign doctrines our children learn.

We choose to question what our eyes perceive
so rumors proffering lies would seem to save
bitter-poisoned people abused by greed
since Anubis weighs our hearts to find good
that motivates intention to construct
global world view based on verified fact.

Ghost of the horse my mother gives to me
appears from glow cloud of the godless sky
to bear my sorrow swift across vast steppes
where I rule on pyramid of Cheops
as stoic emperor of Nowhere Land
that exists only in my fractured mind.

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Orpheus wears plastic gold crown with jewels as he knocks on doors and asks if people have heard the good news of our lord and savior Apollo who saves our souls through music and poetry.

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