Stranger With Four Eyes
© Surazeus
2026 06 16

Strange laughter echoes in deserted streets
where ghosts of children killed in civil wars
play hide and seek with angels of the moon,
which startles me awake from reverie
concerning how to rebuild fantasy
that we require to live our daily lives.

Shocked by harsh candor of our unchurched bells
that ring with frantic ecstasy of fear,
my doppelganger hides his secret face
with mask he steals from cracked statue of God
which proves new zeitgeist messes with our minds
by rearranging moral signs of fate.

We need to hear sad whistle of the train
that blows across broad prairie of mad wind
as if the tame wolf of our legal hearts
aches to escape cold walls of paradise
and run with ravens along railroad tracks
which always leads our hearts to Wonderland.

Too fake our private stories of success
for fools to understand straight messages,
encoded with proud riddles of the banks
that charge us hidden fees of fortitude,
so we decide to flee the Promised Land
by wearing white cloaks in the swirling snow.

To mark our journey in dark pathless woods,
I leave old photos of our family times
along the way we wind in withered waste,
but oldest woman in the world retrieves
discarded memories with attentive hands
and pastes them in her album of lost tales.

When I find Sibyl with gold spider eyes
lounging casually by the willow tree,
I ask if I can have my memories back,
but she laughs softly as the butterfly,
then plays heart-wrenching tunes on violin
that shatters our moon in fragments of faith.

I wander blind deserted streets of hope
and map each spot where I hear ghostly cry
to mark where someone felt their heart crack wide
from shock at crumbling of our old world view
so I can analyze with careful code
spatial adjustment of our social play.

Thus when I meet the Stranger with four eyes
at signless crossroads by the empty pool,
I ask why every conscious creature dies,
so she gives me ripe apple of her heart
that writhes with golden serpent of desire,
and then I understand so much I laugh.

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Orpheus observes the multiverse through diamond prism of his four eyes that help him perceive essential nature of things hidden in words we never speak.

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