Crippled By Attentive Lies
© Surazeus
2026 01 28

Whatever the wind carries my heart will lose
because its pain-carved riverbed contains
memories of my youth scattered on dry plains
in strange country with language devils speak
through riddles about my fugitive past
since time omits my being from beams of light.

Fake mask I wear through solidarity
with faceless strangers I meet on long roads
reveals no anger twisting my hard heart
with fierce solidity of transient truth
too terrible for children to recall
based on ambiguous stories of the fall.

Guilt-laced cape draped with calm alacrity
exiles my soul to vale of absent grief
shaped thick from shadows no one dares retrieve
though I walk crippled by attentive lies
in place unreconciled by correct laws
beneath renegade star of fate I sell.

Shape of my shadow, heavy on frail Earth,
regrets how guiding constellations prove
altered course is not incorrect way home
though I maintain calm dignity of fear
based on crumbling grace of abandonment
against belief people cling to with hate.

Penance purchased in marketplace of rage
contrives reward for deeds of wretched hope
despite concern innocent friends express
in proverbs tangled by electric words
that teach us how to survive lies we choose
if we should cover our tracks with sly laugh.

Because I think of how apples may fall
at bitter crack of brave barbarity,
I play my own ghost in bright morning glow
by treading iced path up high rugged hill
where I survey lush valleys of wheat farms
while flakes of snow swirl cutely from gray clouds.

Gestures of my fingers weaving weird words
manipulate auras beaming from brains
fractured by paradigm shift where old truths
reframe spooky perception by new faith
presenting morals for how we behave
as rules enforced by the world justice squad.

Amused by anguish of electric eyes
that glows with optimistic view of change,
I find my memories carried by the wind,
scattered as feathers on dry river shore
because I meditate ten million years
on how nothing is solved with honest tears.

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Orpheus gathers memories of our childhoods and weaves new pair of wings based on blueprints left behind by Daedalus in the tower of illusions.

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