Apparitions Of State Power
© Surazeus
2026 06 27

My tears are pearls that splash in pool of time
at sudden denouement of my weird tale
from indiscretion of my eager hope
to live free from obsession of your fear,
because they gleam with whiteness of desire,
reflecting eyes of angels in my heart.

My tears are seeds that sprout from rancid soil
as blood-dark iris at rim of my grave
with indestructible frame forged by fate
because I sing while wrapped in shroud of loss,
my soul now starless on its vanished road
as I wait mute beside the crumbling cliff.

My tears are stars that twinkle sweetly bright
in boundless expanse of the crackling sky
that gleams in lucent water of my heart
with ardent echo carving time from death
at sharp crack, green as wordless clarity,
that sparks religious sense of honesty.

Every day I remember the whole past
because my heart repeats productive acts
with each attentive cycle of the sun
that senses undulations of terrain,
providing clear purview of twilit hills
depicted on the visionary map.

My tears are thoughts that cause things to be real
by virtue of expression I program
to frame chaotic swirl of fraught events
in clever narrative defining truth
as factors favorable to my success
through strange necessity of ardent faith.

My tears are words that distort ghosts of why
in glassy lightness of our mirror minds
where we perform in tragic play of hope
unspoken ecstasies which calculate
impossible myths we deserve to play
with false translations of abnormal laws.

My tears are birds with brave angelic wings
that witness odysseys of calm despair
described by proverbs of moon calendars
unweaving threads of never-subtle worth
so we mourn apparitions of state power
as characters encased in scenery.

I will rehearse no future I foretell
through careless prophecy of falling snow
that sparkles crystal clear on summer night
when travelers from distant unmapped lands
provide weird keys of passionate insight
that hang from golden bough of travesty.

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Orpheus captures tears of billions of suffering people in crystal jars of concern that he sells as expensive perfume in posh department stores.

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