Empty Books Of Tales
© Surazeus
2026 08 28

Ghosts of our ancestors fold their tattered masks
as origami puzzles of engagement
to hide essential code of fantasies
in empty books of tales that angels steal
through clever plan to encrypt frequencies
programmed to trick my heart with guarantees.

Sylvanus stares at how the river flows
in graceful curves around large stone of faith,
concerned about excessive intervals
that index legal statutes without keys
translating illogical anecdotes
to riddles of magnetic fortitude.

No prominent inspector from the tower
arrives at fountain in center of town
soon enough to prescribe fake principles
that manage moral behavior with jokes
that reference our rational radiance,
pursuant to unrecognized perspectives.

Symbolic supplements stored in glass books,
that define temporal syllabus of faith,
upgrade mental functions of measurement
through ultimate testament his heart screams
against transmission of funds to the sky
from virtual vanity his mind extracts.

His brain of advantageous variants,
contracted by the faceless gods of idols,
rewinds warrantless clock of revenue
through socialist drama radios broadcast
to prove religion no more relevant
that stories children draw in picture books.

No sacrifice in stadium of state pride
proves needless to the specialized reporter
whose strategy to satellite salvation
beams through visual virus of vanity
libertine loyalty jesters revere
enough to maximize potential gain.

Honest leverage that saviors apply,
while singing frantic hymns of motor cars,
frame social ministry devils require
through mutant melodies of manic love,
quick enough to abdicate marketing
contrived by believers in mysteries.

Time-shifting paradigm of fairy tales
provides permission for the populous
to buy and sell their souls in grim exchange
according to their noble heritage
despite hurricane of the holocaust
that we perform in theater of faith.

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Orpheus plays piano in the hotel lounge while Sylvanus sings heart-enchanting songs of romance between strangers on moonlit evenings of aching loss.

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